Hrm.

Dust.

Ashes.

Nothing more.

Idle threats, Morningstar.

Amusing.

Dream Maybe. Or maybe what's really terrible is how deep down, you're *so* fucking human.

[A tome appears within Dream's extensive library, nestled between the thoughts and dreams of books never realised.]

[A large raven caws at it, glossy, midnight feathers ruffled. He knows better than to touch.]

['Mr. Sandman' stuck in his head on the cab ride home. Karma, that.]

[He's been absorbed in the book kindly left for him by a certain hedge mage. It holds no secrets from him.]

Not eternal. Endless. x.com/ofbloodandwine…

Perceptive.

(Dream) Amon takes the book and holds it in trembling hands. His first instinct is to be skeptical but (cont) tl.gd/n_1spoapu

I saw it through a fold in time. I tear his wings from him, and he thanks me.

In Adams fall, we sinned all. Read: tl.gd/n_1sq3g9a