"Everyone came here of their own accord. Things... are serious." Death, a goth-clad girl wearing heavy black gothic makeup, rested a black lace umbrella against her delicate collarbone. She lightly lifted the umbrella and revealed her face as she looked at the other six members of the Endless.
"I cannot sense the dreams of the new Source Universe. I cannot sense the reality of the new Source Universe." Morpheus's eyes were pools of shadow, within which intense glimmers flickered. He was astonished that a new Source Universe had appeared, yet he could not sense its reality.
This defied reason. He was Dream, all realities, yet the new Source Universe seemed to lie beyond his scope. It had not allowed him to sense its reality.
The new Source Universe had no dreams, nor any reality that he could perceive.
Morpheus's tall, pale body seemed submerged in shadow, as though swallowed by his own uncertainty. His wild dark blue-black hair was as messy as that of an ordinary human who had gone days without sleep, and he was deeply perplexed.
"I cannot sense the end of the new Source Universe either. Everything should be destroyed when it reaches its end." Destruction was tall and powerfully built, with flamboyant red hair and eyes that held both birth and destruction in their depths.
The new Source Universe now carried only the aura of appearance. He sensed neither birth nor destruction.
The new Source Universe seemed eternal, fixed between birth and destruction.
To him, whose concept held that all things must end, this was abnormal.
He simply did not know whether this abnormality lay with himself or with the new Source Universe.
"Why does he... it... she... They not despair?" The concept of Despair took the form of an ugly, squat, fat woman with gray