Julie
In the realm of dreams, Persephone was suspended in the tapestry of shifting shadows and ethereal mists of a nightmare taking form. As the threads whispered through the landscape, the queen of the underworld entered a dreamscape bathed in hues of melancholy. A haunting breeze whispered through her fiery red locks, and with it a distant echo of war drums. The air was crackling and thick with an unspoken tension coming to fruition, a mirage revealing a vast battlefield before her eyes.

Celestial forces unfolded there, with Alexios, her chosen champion, on one side of the field. He stood resolute in his ways, assured of his victory as he stared down his opponent. An army of radiant figures, both made by history and unknown, stood behind him with the brilliance of the stars. Humans, that wished to make their voices known, gripped weapons with white knuckles and their gaze spoke of sheer determination. He was radiant, everything she had hoped him to be in their shared vulnerability. He was what Persephone could not become, for the mortals she so craved to save from their inevitable doom. 
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On the opposing front was where she took pause, for Poseidon nor Zeus did not stand in its place. Hades, her stoic king of the Underworld, commanded a legion beyond imagining. Shadowy figures, obscured by the shifting gloom, all but their glowing eyes of white unseen, but they could be felt. So many below thirsted for a taste of air once more, power that hid within darkness and emerged so rarely. They were hungry, so very hungry to watch the humans beneath Alexios command bleed. To hear their screams shout out amongst the skies.

Persephone's heart trembled with a mixture of fear and anguish. Her mouth opened to plead with the two men within her life, her tongue caught within a trap where she could not speak. Her throat tightening as she collapsed to her knees. Her gaze shifted between Alexios, the demigod she had championed for peace, and Hades, the one who had claimed her heart and made her Queen.
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Within the battle, Alexios held a sword high above his head as he charged the man she adored. A blade that gleamed with the radiance of hope, clashing against the shadows that surged around them like a raging sea of darkness. Each clash reverborating through Persephone's chest, through the dream realm itself, as the goddess cried out in strangled silence. Echoing the guilt and strife within her heart, a stage for the feelings surging within. 

The dream dove further within her tapestry of emotions, woven within were the threads of sorrow and uncertainty as Persephone clutched her chest. Hades, bore the weight of responsibility and the desire to protect his realm as he carried forward. Alexios, fought valiantly, driven by the conviction that peace must prevail for humans to survive. That the gods must yield to each other and human nature once more. 

A sword flashed within the darkness, her eyes stung as smoke crowded around her. Yet she saw the blow that made her audible. The pain was a scream that threatened to shatter realms as she fell forward. Hades blood spilled upon the grass that her fingers grasped, and tore. Desperate to reach the man she loved, his blood pooling between her touch. "Alexios, what did you do?"

"WHAT DID YOU DO?"
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Shadows exploded from Persephone's body in her rage and cast a blanket over every body that still dared to clash metal against metal, weapon against weapon. Every source of human flesh soon turned to rats that scurried about in panic. Alexios forcibly to his knees before the queen he had promised fealty to, fealty in exchange for power. Fealty, yet he betrayed her in the harshest of ways. Her heart was shattered and her eyes spoke of such, as she cast upon him a deadly glance. "You will suffer, I will see to it that you descend so far into madness that it consumes you. That you destory every person you have ever dared to love and when you have done so, when human blood is so drenched upon your hands that you could never hope to wash the crimson stains away, I shall wake you. Wake you upon the mountain of destruction that you caused, and force the memories upon you. Let you live every agonizing moment that they begged beneath your hands for mercy, so that you may descend into guilt and madness once more."
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Ernesto
A wise god did not linger in the dreams of those "Above" His station too often. Zeus, Poseidon, and Hades were all notable names to be added that topped that list. They were powerful, and the consequences of their attention could be far-reaching. While he was sure he could get away with it when it came to the leaders of the warring factions, Hades was more used to the dream god's deceptive tactics, and by that, he had issued a decree that he stay out of his lover's nocturnal theatre. For the most part, he listened, but while he favored Hades, he did not trust him absolutely. 

Morpheus trusted no one, absolutely.

His delves into Persephone's dreams were not done often. They were sporadic adventures that allowed him to witness whatever she had been projecting. Most of the time, it was useless to his aims: a stray tidbit here or there to file away, but nothing of genuine concern. Tender moments with her beloved never lingered. Despite the beautiful pairing they made, he was not the sort to play voyeur to the lord and lady of the realm. There had to be lines when you respected someone. 

This dream, however, from the moment he entered it, had been something completely different from what he had expected. A grand battlefield stretched from horizon to horizon with legions squared off. Morpheus had initially expected this to be Olympus and Tidebreaker, but the mortal realm standing against the legions of the abyss caused a pang of shock to course through Morpheus's feathered form. 

Owls were his preferred form to spy upon others. Throughout time, the silent predator has had symbology tied to both the dream and supernatural worlds. She probably did not even notice with her dance with panic she was in that he had perched upon the limb of a dead tree not too far from her back to observe the great battle and the dance of death between Hades and who he recognized as Alexios. Each clash of the blade reflected in the large, dark eyes of his avian form. The chaos around them was a backdrop, but just because that was where his eyes fell did not mean he hadn't taken notice of the state Persephone was in. 

There were no limitations to his knowledge of a dream as it unfolded before him. 

Morpheus watched in surprise as her husband fell in battle and the goddess's anger exploded in darkness, yet it was not the vitriol that caught him off guard. It was the hurt, not for the loss, nor for the man who had taken her beloved, but for the portion she internalized in herself. In that instant, he knew what she had done, and the dream suddenly shifted. Typically, dreams left little autonomy. There were like theme park rides with frayed vision at the edges. It was almost as if you managed to yank your gaze to the side. You could rip yourself from the dream. It was all very incorporeal. That changed when Morpheus came into control. Everything suddenly felt vivid and alive, which may have been terrifying given the prospect if it all hadn't frozen before her, leaving her to wonder what had just transpired. 

"What have you done?" Morpheus's voice was gentle, but the accusation was no less harsh. She would be able to turn then to see that she had been discovered by invasion from the god of dreams. He was not supposed to be here, yet he had revealed himself out of concern for what he was witnessing. Yet they both knew it was not as if he could run to Hades to tell her secret. It could turn the Abyss upside down. He would certainly face some sort of punishment for denying his lord's wishes and venturing to this forbidden place, no matter what he'd found. 

Morpheus strode forward and knelt before Alexios's frozen form so he could examine him much more closely. "You have endangered us all.."
Julie
*"What have you done?"*

The world shifted before her like the rumbles of the Earth when the gods cast earthquakes upon the mortals. Her knees steadied, but her body shook, as her reality crumbled from beneath her feet. Her thoughts becoming her own once more, it was like she had awoken from the deepest of slumbers. "Morpheus." Her voice cracked, the emotion of her loved one still within her arms bringing an ache that she could not fix. No matter her attempts at mending the broken remnants of her heart, she knew the depths of what her betrayal could mean, to the underworld, to the realms, but to the one whom she loved, most of all. This very secret could be the undoing that she had never meant it to be.

"I thought you and Hades had come to an agreement that my dreams were to be off limits." There was an edge to her voice that was unbecoming of the normally joyous queen. Her eyes, the deepest abyss, the emerald glimmer within them gone. Yet when Hades turned to a shimmering mist of dust and sand within her fingertips, it was as if the cloud was lifted. Her darkness receding within herself and a sense of exhaustion overcoming the flamed beauty of life and spring. This was not real. The battle was nothing more than a dream, and Hades was likely still within the blissful state of slumber beside her within their bedchambers. 

"Morpheus..." Her voice was softer now, a tinge of fear to yet another god forging her secret together and what such a factor could mean. "You don't understand." It was a plea, an attempt to start a conversation she had no end to. What she did, her champion she led, it was all for her love of mortals. His statement was not entirely incorrect, as her thoughts did not once ponder on her realm, on her sister, on her brethren within and for that she would forever be consumed in guilt. 
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She pushed against his control of her slumber, a gentle request within her mind and the realm he was strongest within. Her thoughts rampaging before them at a rapid pace, as she knew showing was the only option, and so she did. She let her mind wander to every screaming soul crying out for help. Every human she touched and healed, and the ones she did not reach in time. Babes, still attached to their mothers breast beneath rubble, men barely of age fighting for their home, children with their hands reaching towards the gods that were supposed to save them. 

"How long would you have me listen to this? How long would you have me standby when I know more could be done?" Still it was all flashing by until it finally landed on that fateful day. The day she approached Alexios and reached her power towards him. Her mouth flinching as her eyes shifted between the two. She had not meant to go this far, to show him every hand she held but she was not him. She had little control within this realm, and so her thoughts unlocked like a vault with no key. 

"I can save both. One does not have to mean the doom of the other..." 
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Ernesto
Morpheus was no child. There was no sense of romanticism that burned in his breast when he looked up Persephone and Hades in the corporeal world. Their story was one echoed across time by young girls with Tumblr blogs and retold through many mediums as a twisted romance that got the blood boiling. Morpheus knew better. When she had been taken, the dream walker had observed from the shadows and took stock of the situation. It had all been a sort of twisted affair, and yet from that wicked garden burned a true love. Perhaps not perfect, but he would never have suspected Persephone capable of something like this. 

His name escaped her lips with a sense of confusion. She was right; there was a deal, but the ethereal nature of Morpheus put his greatest weapon to work against her. Silence. For a long time, he said nothing. He observed the corpse of his lord upon the ground and the knelt visage of the demigod while her mind came into focus. If he was here, then this certainly was a dream, and the goddess could exert a certain amount of control before he grew tired of her games and exerted his dominance. 

Only, out of some sense of respect, he let her have control to show him whatever it was she meant to show him. Dark eyes dragged from the scene to watch the scenes she portrayed. She was the bleeding heart; he was not. The vexed crease to his brow that had been present since his appearance had not eased in the slightest. These mortals meant nothing to him. They were akin to batteries that charged the power of his realm with their sleeping hours. He admired them like the consumer admired a herd of cattle. He understood their importance but thought little of their daily existence and cared little for their life. 

After a long moment, his voice broke the silence. A dreamy, deep tone that would sound perfect if a head were to lay upon his chest and close its eyes. "Sweet Persephone." It almost sounded as if he were sad to tell her some truth. Of the gods, she was one of the few he actually enjoyed. They did not move in each other's presence often, and that was fine. He'd admired the gentle side of her afar, knowing there was more to her than this sweet, lovable entity that had captured the heart of the one that had physically captured her. 

"Did Icarus teach you nothing?" 

WIth a swipe of his hand, the scene rushed back to the point where her nightmare had ended. Her beloved lay out on the ground with her champion standing over his corpse. Only this time, the battle raged around them. It never drew close, but mortals and gods fought around him. Body parts and gore flew in every direction. Cries for mothers or aid came from every direction. None came near where she stood despite the carnage of the scene around them. The dark gaze of the dream god remained. He studied her for signs that his lessons were sinking in. 

With a snap of his finger, all, including her husband and champion, faded away into a black abyss. A single mote of light elevated from the ground and then exploded in a sudden rush of colors, light, and warmth. They were in a field like she might have frequented before he was captured. A blue, cloudless sky ahead with a field of pink wildflowers beneath their feet for as far as the eye could see. The sound of running water and wind through the trees was heavenly. Perhaps this had been a place she had known back then? Maybe he had just created it as a sculptor of dreams. Morpheus was a difficult creature to place. 

After a long pause, Morpheus spoke again. "If mortals die, so to do we. I do not know how you think you will stop Olympus, the Tide Breakers, and your husband, but I would hear your plan."
Julie
*"Sweet Persephone."*

Rare had she heard Morpheus speak, rarer still had he deemed to be softened in her presence, but she soon learned this was not the case. Harsh realities soon consumed her once more and the sounds of battle raged around them. Scorched earth cracked beneath her feet and the screams of children pierced her ears. 

Tears stung at her eyes, ever stubborn in her nature she held fast against her fellow god. Unwilling to show weakness for as long as she could maintain the facade that this dream did not affect her in such devastating ways. Held, until she could take it no further. Her lip trembled, a single tear cascaded and stained her blood and soil stained cheeks. A line of the glowing skin that hid beneath fell dull in her misery. 
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"Make it stop." She whispered in soft plea, dropping to her knees and covering her ears from the screams that continued to haunt her. Her heart far too shattered for mind to take action. "Make it stop! Morpheus, please." It had been this easy to defeat her, for Hades lifeless body still lay before them and she felt nothing but a hollow empty as his lifeless eyes stared back. 

It was then the ground shifted beneath them once more. An arrow landing at her feet as she stood, gaze adjusting to the floral paradise. Fields like those her mother watched over her in, before years of rebellion began. 

*"If mortals die, so do we. I do not know how you think you will stop Olympus, the Tidebreakers, and your husband, but I would hear your plan."*

"I would never betray Hades in such a way." Her words were almost defensive, as she turned to Morpheus. There was always a glow about him, but in the dream world he seemed otherworldly. Magnificient. Awe-inspiring. Yet terrifying within these moments of the unknown. "I do not wish to stop my husband. I only wish to placate him, lull the destruction he is sure to bring if he comes forth in wrath instead of logic and if you think Zeus or Poseidon won't use his wrath at the first chance... We are on borrowed time in their scheming and desperation to hold title of king among gods." She looked to a tree in the distance, swaying delicately in the wind. 
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A fond smile to see the pomegranate tree she remembered so fondly. Her first she nurtured to bloom among many in her centuries. "As for Olympus... I do not wish to stop gods in their entirety. There are two that have decided destruction is the way, and two that will answer for their call to arms. Alexios has my abilities, but a strength that is underestimated ...As I often was in my youth. Athena works to bring harmony back amongst god and people. We use these two, we convince the self righteous to take action when the time is right and then we strike. Until then, I am but a humble healer among the rubble. I do not wish to fight flames with further fire, but water. We suffocate the flames of war, for a better tomorrow of harmony amongst gods and mortals once more."

A small bite to her lip as she pondered how far she should go into the depths of her plans and schemes. "I am afraid that is all I can tell you for now, Morpheus. All I can tell you until I learn what you would do with this information. For I know your role within Hades' armies, and I have never been fool enough to underestimate a fellow god, nor their wit." 
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Ernesto
There was no joy in bringing Persephone to her knees. She was not delicate in the sense that others may have thought, but her heart was soft. She ached for Mortalkind in such ways that it reminded Morpheus of the human familial connection. A mother goddess, he thought to himself while watching her struggle to contend with the scene he portrayed. This was a lesson for her bold action, a warning of what she may create for her bold actions. It was by coincidence, not conscious, that he moved the scene onto something more peaceful and serene. He'd locked deserving mortals in hellish nightmares as punishment for displeasing him. Persephone was not deserving of that. 

"I would never betray Hades in such a way."

Morpheus, this time, did not pause. Despite his ponderous way of thinking and speaking, he was quick-witted and let it show through in moments when it served him best. "Are you sure you haven't already?" The question came with the park of a brow. "I am concerned he may already see it that way." It was a gentle accusation, but nonetheless, that challenged her viewpoint. "If this was not betrayal, why are we keeping it secret?" 

The vibrant dream was a wash in colors. It was a pleasing, peaceful feast for the senses. Yet amongst them stood a shadow of darkness. Morpheus chose to appear in dark clothing, with his already darker features serving to act as a void that swallowed the beauty around him. That was not to say he was not handsome and appealing in his own right, but he stood out amongst the vibrancy like a cancer. He was alien to such lights and operated in shadow. This setting did not suit him, but this was more for her benefit than his own.

With another wave of his hand, grass rapidly grew and took the shape of a chair for her to sit in. Another appeared a respectful distance from across her, and he lowered to take his seat once he had felt she was situated. She would not feel fatigued in the dream, but comfort was something he could provide. The connection between the dreaming mind and the wake was still very close. "You dance upon the razor's edge on shoes made of silk, Persephone." Morpheus crossed one leg over the other and watched her keenly. "You empower a mortal to defend his realm, which -most- gods would see as a challenge to their divine strength. What do you think the brutes amongst our kind would do if they had the faintest idea? Never mind your husband's volatile, protective nature. Hades loves you above all else and may see reason through your words. The others?" His head shook, but he did not elaborate. 

The conversation came to its point. What would Morpheus do? The safe assumption would be that, given his loyalty to the Lord of the Underworld, he would inform him of what he'd learned. That had been his role in the past. Yet, he sat there and thought back to Hecate's words on the banks of the Styx. After a moment of searching, he locked eyes with the woman. "I do not wish to split your house. To tell Hades now would send him into action. I am loyal, and should this be uncovered, I hope you would speak to that on my behalf, but I see no reason we should try to undo what can't be undone."

With that, he nodded. "I would hear the rest, though. I do not wish to haunt your dreams to pick morsels when they come to the surface. I would prefer if my show of faith in you was rewarded by your show of faith in me.."
Julie
Her hazel eyes studied him, a gleam of gold as her thoughts were worn upon a tightened scowl of thought. "Fine, as you wish..." Persephone relented within the chair, a sound of breath leaving her chest as she looked upon the field. Looked to the tree before them, before resting upon the glorious features of dark shadows rippling around the dreamweaver himself. 

"I am not viewed within Olympus as I am in the Underworld, Morpheus. My champions have not been known throughout time to be a challenge, but instead an action of my bleeding heart. To those within the shrouded mountains of gold, I am Lifebringer, I am the plants that grow and nourish, and the touch that heals." Her voice grew softer as shame seeped through her words. "I am the weak daughter of Demeter that plowed and nurtured the fields, as I always was. A pretty play thing to the god of the Underworld, his weakness. I am not ...My own to them. I do not think they will see any action of me championing Alexios as anything other than a desperate attempt to save my beloved mortals." She plucked a pomegranate from the air and let it wither within her hands, dropping it within the same action as if to prove her coming point. 
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"This is what I hope for. To remain within their gaze. To openly heal and plead for the lives that I do care for, that I do desperately wish to save. To seem the humble Persephone, dearest daughter that pleads and cries for those she can not save, that pleads..." The earth beneath her rotted and cascaded beyond. "...And begs, rather than a woman capable of action." Life seemed to seep from the soil Morpheus had provided within this realm, and darkness cascaded. "So many above have forgotten already what it meant to become Hades' queen. Within his realm I found my voice." Persephone surrendered herself so completely to darkness so perverse, whispers within, that it seemed to become her. The tree beyond them turning and twisting within a mirage before it took form of a raging beast, mad with bloodshed as he searched for a victim with unmatched ferocity. "...And my power." 

"It is not only dreams that one can work within the shadows." The beast turned once more to a butterfly, landing upon her fingertips with a gentle nature. "Did you know that Poseidon and Zeus have gathered followers? Humans, demigods..." The butterfly twisted once more, a form of a woman took shape. A woman bare of clothing, and beautiful in every way a mortal could be. Golden hair cascading around shoulder and breast as her head bowed and she kneeled before her Queen. 

"Please." Her frail voice pleaded with the goddess before her, a tinge of pain twisting at her tongue as her hand moved to grip her stomach. 
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"This one..." Persephone looked down upon the woman who now begged at her feet. "Betrayed her entire family. Sent her own children to the slaughter for riches. For fame beneath a god's eyes, for favoritism in the coming days, so that she may live in safety... As her children cried for her. Cried for the woman that was supposed to protect them." A cry of pain came from the woman as she shifted, her eyes becoming bloodshot and her lips twisting in contorted rage. Persephone seemed to find an enjoyment from this, a rarity for one to see this side of the goddess, the beautiful wraith that lived within.

A beast sprang forth and charged upon Morpheus, teeth sharpened and drooling and eyes of red as it towered above. Yet just as it lunged, a butterfly burst forth from the form and flew off into the dream-like background of golden sun, reaching over the horizon. 

"Cursebringer, beastmaker, she who shall not be named. This is what I've become within the depths... But I have remained knowing that humans are not meant to serve, but protect, while others have only furthered their need for praise and treated them as nothing short of cattle. Livestock that sings their name and surrounds them when they so choose. That praise... Shall be their downfall."
Ernesto
Typically, Morpheus took it as a sign of disrespect to let someone else take control of his realm, but he did not look at Persephone in vain "Someone." It was akin to letting Hades direct the dream through him to explain his points and visualize his strategy and what he wanted. Everything the dream god did was in given the most casual bit of energy. With a leg crossed at the knee, only his foot would just tap the air now and again to signal that he was not a still image. The world around him withered and died. Rot so visceral he could breathe in its putrid fumes prodded his senses. This place reminded him of a bog with its guardian snarling somewhere off to his right. 

Yet, while others might have been taken with exploring with their eyes, his gaze never left front facing and forward. The girl was of no consequence. The beast could not harm him. What interested him was the most minute detail of Persephone's beautiful visage. What she spoke of was not untrue. The way their kindred thought of her boarded on gross insult in terms of how much they underestimated. She was the bride of Hades, not Persephone. The wise knew differently. Those who paid attention beyond their short-sighted chest beating knew what she was capable of. 

From the shadows of time, Morpheus saw all, for while some spheres only touched the lives of some now and again, all passed through his realm. Sleep, the contract that bound all, gave him access to peer from afar and study those of a special interest. Persephone had always been a special interest. She was not born to the Underworld, yet she belonged more than any other save only the one who birthed this realm. 

The smile that spread across his features was one of pride in his queen, though she could have probably interpreted it as anything but. So far as gods went, many saw Morpheus as sardonic and condescending. With her story ending, he began a slow clap. Two heartbeats could pass between each, which eventually led to him rising from his seat with the grace of a boundless shadow. The chair he'd sat upon melded into the once-ground field. With a wave, her conjurations vanished as if they had never been there in the first place. 

"My chest swells with pride, my sovereign. Rare is one of our kind that can play themselves small and put aside their own aggrandizement. You are wise." With a bow of his head, he showed her respect. There would be no kneeling before her. No grand gestures to show her his loyalty. To have the Dream Lord's word was his bond. "To tell Lord Hades of what I learned here today would only work to undo what you have done and set us back further." His words came with consideration. He spoke slowly but with intent. In truth, she would never know that her perception of time had been altered within this realm to allow him a dozen moments to consider every angle. To her, his response would look instant. This was simply one of the tricks he used to make himself seem the apex of wisdom. 

"I will hold your secrets, and I will aid you in whatever way I can. If you wish to know the dreams or thoughts of others, I can provide this. If you wish someone to -truly- suffer, I offer you my wrath. My only condition is that -when- Lord Hades finds out, my involvement in this is kept hidden. If it comes to light, I expect you would protect me as if I were one of your most cherished." He knew the danger of conspiracy. While they were not acting against Hades, he could have seen it as such. The Lord of the Underworld would not seek to obliterate her, but Morpheus was not so intimately beloved. If he strayed too far, the yank on his leash could separate head from neck.
Julie
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Persephone regarded Morpheus with a measured gaze that spoke to none of her thoughts within. Her expression remained calm and composed, despite the unsettling surroundings. She acknowledged his words, his claps and praise, with a deep nod of her chin, recognizing the significance of the Dream Lord's respect and cooperation. " I appreciate your understanding, Morpheus. Your insights are invaluable, and I trust your discretion. I would not wish for such an ally to lose position, or self, over my husband's wrath. Your loyalty in your silence will be rewarded with my own. This, I promise you. If Hades' is to find out of the plots I have placed within the realm to overthrow those that would place ego above all else, then it will be me and me alone that falls to his anger."

She observed Morpheus with a thoughtful gaze, her mind processing the implications of his offer. "Your abilities are indeed potent, and your willingness to assist me is beyond anything I could have hoped to come from this. However..." She paused as if coming to her own implications and understanding in this, and what the help of the man who delved between dreams could bring. The innocence of the goddess of Spring no longer masking the plotting that often lay beneath, she finally spoke once more. "...Let us tread cautiously. Our actions must serve the delicate balance of the Underworld in its neutrality. I do not wish to unravel the fabric that binds us, but rather, weave a more resilient tapestry that can not be undone."
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Persephone continued, "I do not seek to wield power for its own sake, but to safeguard the realm and those within it. If your aid can contribute to that end without compromising the harmony we strive for, then I accept. Just remember, Morpheus, the shadows can be both allies and adversaries. Let our collaboration be a dance of subtlety, not a disruptive storm. The Gods must never know of our divine touch within their schemes. I trust you to be discreet." 

Standing from her chair, Persephone moved with the grace she had been blessed with in her divinity once more. Moving throughout the dream realm towards the shrouded god of dreams and nightmares, a silent request to be released to the waking realm once more. Standing before him with the soft light of the dream realm casting ethereal shadows on her features, Persephone regarded Morpheus with a calm yet piercing gaze. The air seemed charged with the unspoken weight of their agreement and the potential consequences that lurked in the shadows. As she extended her hand towards him, a subtle smile played on her lips. Despite the solemnity of their conversation, there was a glimmer of confidence and determination in her eyes.
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"...And Morpheus, from one that is often underestimated to another, thank you for letting me show you my visions through the realm in which you rule." Her eyes gleamed with a knowing mischief, the knowledge of a man that could have obliterated every scene she built within her mind and thrown her in a cage of her own nightmares until she begged for release, and promised him anything to do such. A test of her own, placed before him, to see if he was a man worthy of her trust and respect. One that he had excelled within unknowingly, earning the quick respect of his Queen, and the true trust of a future confidant. Any god that placed his ego aside for knowledge and understanding was admirable beyond her spoken praise. 

"Until our paths cross again, Dream Lord."
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