Hypnopomp (Epilogue) F. Bianca Spriggs - CunninLynguists

Life is but a dream

Once two suns were born to

Nyx goddess of Night and Hypnos God of Sleep

The eldest was Morpheus, who lived in the visions of dreamers

Rising to his calling, meant someone must abandon all other paths

For the prospect of greatness

Thus heroes and kings called Morpheus, the destiny bringer

To accept his gift, required impossible risk

And loneliness in the midst of adoration

But to deny him — madness

Then, there was Phobetor, whom they called the dread crawler

For he dwelled only in nightmares

And fed on the acrid fumes of human fear

A shapeshifter, he appeared as the manifestation of terror

Forcing a choice between the path of uncertainty

And the path, of mediocrity

To meet Phobetor’s gaze required great courage

To look away — shame

Only in the grey hour, in the moments of shadow and light

Will the balance of power dangle

Between the destiny bringer’s favor

And the dread crawler’s wrath

Only there, between waking and sleep

Will we recognize, our true path