Work Text:
"I'm sorry, but he's not coming back..."
Those are the words that everyone told him the most. When he found out what happened, he was standing in Dream's throne room with a rose in his hand. He tried to find him but in the end, he couldn't. He went to Dream's siblings, but they were no help; he searched for years but found nothing. Standing in the dreaming, outside of the gates, he stared up at the seeming empty sky. He was empty, numb, lost, alone. Lucienne checked on him every day since Dream disappeared, every day, she pleaded with him to come with her, but he refused to move. Every day, he begs the gods to return Morpheus to him, but no one answers.
He was truly alone. For the first time in 400 years, he was utterly alone. He doesn't know if Morpheus is alive or dead; he hopes he is alive. Standing in the black sand desert, he stares at the stars with empty eyes. His wings had since turned stone; his body slowly became stone with each passing day. His heart no longer beat a familiar melody. Two hundred years have passed with no sign of life, and He falls. Luciene pleaded with him, begged him to keep fighting, to stay, but without Morpheus; He was nothing but a nightmare waiting to be released from its cage. He sighs and lets out a tune.
"I can't save us, my Atlantis . . ."
The song ends with him turning to stone as the sun raise beamed down on him. A few hours later, Morpheus returns, but his sweet and gentle nightmare is no more. His sweet and gentle nightmare was nothing but stone. Everyone remembered his sweet and gentle nightmare, and everyone mourned his death by putting him in a field of roses. His sweet and gentle nightmare was reborn in the waking world as a child named Anubis.
"Hello, My Atlantis."
Morpheus snaps his head around with wide eyes before he smiles his gentle smile.
"Hello, my nightmare."