At the edge of the Dreamlands, stands the massive throne and fortress bedroom of Hypnos. Son of the Blind Idiot God, and Eldritch God of Dreams.

He's awake for once, and upon the rare chance, and rarer still his closest sister happened to be present.

Hypnos yawned, as his father would, and opened his eyes, and unlike his father reality did not unwind, but only in this dreamscape did it bind for Hypnos.

"Dearest brother, it's odd for you to awaken. Much odder still that you awaken while I'm here. I almost thought you hated me."

Hypnos' turned his face to the black mask of his sister, Nyarlathotep.

"You know you look better without your mask." Hypnos' spoke in another yawn.

"And you look better than your human form." This sister giggled like the chattering of scorpions, but in the ears of Hypnos, it was a spring of joy, for he knew his sister.

"Tell me, why are you awake?" Nyarlathotep asked as she stalked the massive bedroom, to look out the large gapping and windy windows to the Dreamlands below.

"I feel... That something seems to be coming here." Hypnos explained, not sure himself.

"If you don't wish for it, then no one can come here... Not Our brothers or sisters... If you wanted, even I couldn't come." The Black mask of a pharaoh turned to gaze upon Hypnos, who bore a crown of poppies.

Again, he yawned.

"I don't know... The others have been restless lately, much more so than usual. Our brother over death seems to have found a lovely pawn, and Our Brother over rot seems to like him as well, but still ever jealous Over Yog-Sothoth."

"A pawn? Fuck! His name! TCH! Brother over Death KNEW I loved my servant named Amon! Fuck! Shit!" Nyarlathotep kicked a table across the room as it smashed into the wall and began to turn into flowers.

She spat on the floor, that dissolved in a sizzle, but not before it bloomed into a butterfly and flew away.

"All these years with me, and your temper is still the same. I guess it's to be expected." Hypnos watched the scene unfold and cleaned up his sister's mess.

"Dearest, sinister, and most beautiful sister let it go... Forgive him. He does what he does, as I do what I do, and you do as you do. It's... In Our nature." Hypnos stood up and stretched.

Nyarlathotep turned away to look back out the window taking in the cruel and majestic nature of the Dreamlands.

Hypnos came to the side of Nyarlathotep and pulled her close to himself, as she laid her masked head on his shoulder, as the two continued to look over the Dreamlands in silence for a time.

And for a time was interrupted by Hypnos, "Why did father make me?"

"What...? That's a strange thing to ask... Don't you think?" Nyarlathotep turned her gaze to look at the profile of Hypnos with his roman nose and chin.

"Seriously... He dreams... These lands are within his dream... It's dreams within dreams! I am the one over dreams, within HIS Dream! I have no purpose! He is the dreamer, so why am I the keeper!?" Hypnos demanded, as if he knew, but hated what he knew.

"So, you know too?" Nyarlathotep asked from the side, as she ran her hands through Hypnos' hair and over the crown of poppies.

"I am the one over Dreams... How can I not tell a dream, no matter how real?" Hypnos turned and walked back to his bed and sat on the side.

Nyarlathotep stood in place to stare and the glum Hypnos, before she sashayed over to him, and held his head against her stomach.

"What is real? What are dreams? Are these dreamlands any less real than the worlds outside of it? Is the world outside really a dream? And if it really is a dream, what's outside of that Dream where father resides? The Court of Chaos, where even We cannot reside? Again, I ask... What is real, dear brother? Am I not real? Use your head to feel my stomach. Is that not real? These forms we take. Are the only illusions of what we are, or must we be bound to the form of madness like father? We are as real as any dream and any dream is as real as we are. All are one within our father and our father is the beginning and the end, but dear brother. That doesn't mean We can't have fun until he wakes up again."

Hypnos looked up to the black-masked face of his sister.

"Haaaa~ I suppose you are right, but I still wonder... Why have a dreamer in a dream? It makes me feel redundant." Hypnos pulled his sister into his bed.

As his sister giggled with a poisonous delight, "Redundant or not, does it matter? King of the Dreamlands? Here you rule your place as you see fit, and only father can say otherwise."

"I know, but still... That pawn seems to need something here. I guess I'll have to sleep with one eye open for a while."

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