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It was neither the chicken or the egg that had come first. Logically, eggs had existed long before chickens, and chickens evolved accordingly to lay and hatch eggs. But neither had come first. First, there was nothing. And then, there was Morpheus. He took a backseat to the creation of the ever-expanding universe, to humanity. It had taken him many universes over to realize that he was meant to serve humanity. Lord Morpheus had taken many forms, but his most conflicting was that which looked human. He did not need to think, feel, breathe, eat, or rest to fulfill his purpose. And yet, he did such things because he had evolved to his form in some ways. It was an unusual normality. He did not need physical things to be pleased with his creations.
Despite his supposed omnipotence, Dream of the Endless had molded his world to fit the strange minds of humans. They were fearful over such silly things. Statistics were something Morpheus did not need. He had one law, the law of motion, the law of time. Everything would happen and everything would repeat itself. There was no need to spin a dial and fall to the mercy of a statistic. Even so, time was more trifling than that. Time had made him unstable, time had forced him to adjust his methods. As a being who had everything, he looked down upon those who had nothing, for they sought powers far beyond them. Like an addiction, he had realized his dependance on physical objects.
He had been forced to realize his dependance on them as he watched humans lose control of themselves. The sand, the ruby. The helm was another matter... That was more understandable, as the helm was merely a symbol of power. Lucifer held power over him with that helm; it was not important to anyone in hell, but merely a means to an end. However, his sand, his ruby, those tools were used like drugs. Dreams are a drug sweeter than anything humans could invent in a lab, and greed is a drug easy to get addicted to, easy to overdose on.
Humans had come up with words for different types of love, different types of vices. Paraphilias, phobias, romance, lust... He could not understand human nature, how they managed to take such a simple existence and turn it into a complex puzzle that even the greatest minds could not solve. Morpheus had given humans ideas, he had given them immortality, he had given them the troubles of Gods, and yet, their nature persisted within them. Morpheus thought they'd finally solve the puzzle of human existence if they were to realize that they ultimately had no purpose greater than themselves, that advancement was not necessary because everything would happen, in time.
He could not make it clearer to them, even if he were to rip the scalp from a human's head and tuck these Godly ideas within their brain before setting them back on their merry way. Humans were so opinionated that they'd forced beings beyond their imagining to start anew, from the beginning. Morpheus had seen the various ways scripture differed over time, but it seemed as if there were constant whispers across the cosmos telling humans what to believe.
Religion started as a way for humans to explain the elements. They worshiped the Earth, the water, the sun, all because they believed their little whispers and offerings and sacrifices would bring a different outcome, a different tide, a better harvest, a better life. Humans were so... Fascinating. They'd made him materialistic when his world had once been a simple place. The Dreaming was a marvel of human invention, and Morpheus was right there to stretch their imaginations.
Before chickens or eggs, there was Morpheus, hearing the screams of lost ideas waft over the cosmos, burning apart within the stars. He continued to hear those screams, nearly content with the fact that he'd never understand this one thing.
The King of Dreams and Nightmares had seen far more than his share of ideas burning into white hot stars.
He wondered how long it'd be until he'd see a supernova.
Perhaps humanity was not that significant.
Perhaps...