King Sleep was father of a thousand sons – indeed a tribe – and of them all, the one he chose was Morpheus, who had such skill in miming any human form at will. No other Dream can match his artistry in counterfeiting men: their voice, their gait, their face – their moods; and, too, he imitates their dress precisely and the words they use most frequently. But he mimes only men…
“All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream.”
A modern Morpheus who breaths shadows into the hearts of men, and by the time they notice the smoke in their lungs, they are too far gone into the dream. There’s a darkness in his bones, it hangs limp on fingertips, where blood stains his fingernails and the men of this world can’t tell if it is his or their own. He only walks on this earth where shadows are seen, behind a veil of smoke, where the lines of his jaw are blurred and it can’t be known if he is real or the flicker of a lost dream, and he fades from the light like water slipping through desperate fingers. And he wishes he was more than vapor in their eyes when the days are long and he can not tell how many years it has been. The most he is known is in dreams, where his face shifts and the only aspect that resembles the god is his eyes, he appears as another human, but the darkness of his eyes are not so easily lost, but it is forgotten as he intoxicates the minds of men, blurring the lines of reality as he appears as those who were lost to this world, and whispers ideas during the dreams, and during the day, one can’t tell if what spills out of their mouths first originated on the tongue of the god, or their own hearts. He is a ghost, no longer waiting for someone to kiss his battered wings. Is it in the man or the god where reality is foreign?
“This is your last chance. After this, there is no turning back. You take the blue pill - the story ends, you wake up in your bed and believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill - you stay in Wonderland and I show you how deep the rabbit-hole goes.”
Artist P. Craig Russell puts the finishing touches on one of the in-book drawings for a P. Craig Russell Sketchbook Archives Sketch Edition. All Standard and Signature Editions have shipped out as of today and the Sketch Editions with the separate drawings will start shipping this coming Monday.
When I tried to classify your species, I’ve realized that you are not actually mammals. Every mammal on this planet instinctively develops a natural equilibrium with the surrounding environment. But you humans do not.