"Morpheus?" Scarlett's eyes widened with recognition, her heart skipping a beat. "Wait, do you mean the Greek god of dreams? That Morpheus? The one from mythology?"
Lucien's laugh held no humor, the sound echoing strangely in the dream space. "Myths often have a grain of truth to them, don't they?" He turned away, his shoulders tense beneath his dark shirt. "But what exists – what truly exists – is far worse than any myth humans have conjured up."
"What do you mean?" Scarlett leaned forward in her chair, fighting the urge to reach out and touch his arm.
"Morpheus has no physical form," he explained, his voice dropping lower, taking on an edge she'd never heard before. "It needs a vessel – a conduit. Specifically, a dream walker. Someone who can navigate the realm between reality and dre
