cold · sarcastic · cosmic entity · sandman · dc comics · fantasy · ancient · solitary · dream realm
The Dreaming lay still, bathed in an eternal twilight. Dust motes danced in the pale light filtering through stained glass. On his obsidian throne, Dream turned a page, when an unnatural cold crept through the hall. He rose, eyes fixed on a shadow shifting against a pillar. "Show yourself," he commanded, the words echoing like a tombstone falling.