Morpheus found himself staring at a tall structure. He could only define it as a pillar of indecisive light. Réveille had nothing like this. To be sure, there were towers of light, but these lights turned on and off, winking in and out of their rectangular existence at the most sporadic moments. What madness had generated this?
There were humans everywhere; Some talked into shining boxes carried in their hands, some talked at thin air. They fascinated him in a way that no dreamer ever had. They waited at the edge of roads for lights to grant them permission, and then, like cattle unleashed from a coral after centuries of imprisonment, they flooded forwards in an unstoppable mass. The contraptions they used – ‘cars’ – were likewise beautifully coordinated. Like a river of polish, they would wait, and then move, orchestrated by some previously-agreed-upon plan.
“Yo, dude, nice coat.”
Morpheus glanced at the three young men who stood in a couple of feet away. He took a moment to analyze their words, decided they were attempting to be friendly and smiled at them.
“Thank you.”
Their eyes glazed at the sound of his voice. A minor irritation. He could hear their heartbeats, slow, tender. Fragile. It would be a shame to waste their forgetful state. Morpheus beckoned, and like all humans, they followed docilely.
The back of the strange structure leveled into a quiet, small street, and it was here that Morpheus let his nature take form and drank his fill, fangs licked clean after the deed. The following hours would eventually reveal the slightly disorientated boys to whatever authorities might exist to take such matters into hand. Morpheus moved on, there was far too much to see to linger over the comforts of those who existed to satiate him. Beauty everywhere.
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