Morpheus's first words made Schiller frown, but he could feel that Morpheus was not lying.
If they really don't want to talk about this kind of conceptual existence, then no one can force them. Although it is a bit annoying to throw clowns at other people's homes, it is far from threatening. Since Morpheus chooses to speak, it shows that he is willing.
Say, there is no need to lie anymore.
"But the first time you came here, we discovered you."
"You? Who else besides you?"
"Destiny, no one in the universe can escape the eyes of fate. He discovered you the first time you came here."
Schiller frowned, he didn't expect that there was a matter of fate here.
"Destiny" is the oldest and most special one in the Endless Family. It can even be said that he has transcended the Endless Family and is the highest existence in the entire DC multiverse.
Before the universe was born, the universe was recorded on the first page of the book of destiny, which means that destiny is higher than everything in the universe.
Most often, Destiny appears as a hooded man with no eyes but observing everything while holding a Book of Souls wrapped in chains around his arm, but
It is also shown in the comics that he can take the book off his arm and hand it to someone else.
"Book of Souls." Morpheus said a term.
"That is a book that records everything in this universe. The past, present, and future, all tangible and intangible things, all things that appear and have not appeared, are all recorded in this book..."
"Except for you."
After Morpheus finished this conclusion, he stopped, and Schiller did not speak, and the room fell into silence.
After a while, Morpheus seemed to be lost in memories. He said: "On a certain day, fate came to find me. This is something that doesn't happen often. People rarely come to me."
"He told me that he found a person, a person who was not recorded in the Book of Souls. We observed you together, but found nothing."
"In the past, it is not that there were no creatures from other universes who came to this universe, but as long as they entered this universe, their names would be engraved in the Book of Souls, and their fate would write their stories in this book.
"
"But you appeared, but your name didn't appear, so fate found me, hoping that I could observe you from the dream and find out the reason for this situation."
"I can observe anyone's dream from the Kingdom of Dreams. When I saw this magnificent building in your dream, I was really surprised." Morpheus' tone raised a little higher.
"I have never seen such a building in anyone's dream. I am very interested in it, but it has no effect because I don't find your special reason here..."
"Fate tells me that a name that does not exist in the Book of Souls and a person without a story is likely to seriously affect the coherence of the universe. He must complete your name and story."
"Destiny asked me to anchor your existence in the dream, and then he started to write your name, but at this moment... you disappeared."
"Disappeared?" Schiller narrowed his eyes.
"That's right, at the moment when fate was written, you disappeared from this universe. Even I couldn't catch your dream."
"I can't describe to you what exactly happened at that time, because our perspectives are different, but the fact is that in an instant, you and your dream left here together."
"What does this mean?"
"Everywhere within the 'Wall of Origin'."
"I passed through the Wall of Origin?"
"We don't know if you passed through the Wall of Origin, we didn't see anything."
Schiller's eyes kept squinting, and it's hard to believe that a nearly supreme conceptual being in the DC universe told you that he didn't see anything.
"Whether you believe it or not, it is the fact." Morpheus crossed his thin fingers together and said: "When you came back, fate did not act again. It seemed that it acquiesced to all this. I don't know.
What was he thinking about……"
"Then why does this happen while I'm asleep?"
"I don't know." Morpheus shook his head, and then he gave another guess.
"This may have something to do with my anchoring of your dreams. This is just my guess... I don't know where your people have gone, but your dreams have always carried the beacon I left behind.
In a deep dream."
Schiller understood Morpheus's speculation. The beacon of the dream was like a rope, tied to Schiller's body. When he left this universe and went to Marvel, this rope ensured that he could return to this world again.
universe.
Of course he knew that the time-travel was most likely caused by the system, but he did not ask Morpheus because he was not sure whether Destiny and Sandman had observed this mysterious system.
Morpheus explained everything to him, but it seemed that nothing was explained. Schiller asked: "Why didn't fate try again to write my name in the Book of Souls?"
"I don't know. He didn't tell me. From beginning to end, I just observed you in your dream for a while, and then left a beacon in your deep dream. As for the answers to those questions you want to know,
You may have to ask fate yourself."
Speaking of this, Sandman suddenly showed a strange expression and said: "No... I didn't suggest that you go to his house to install the doorbell. You'd better not do that..."
"Since the beginning of the existence of the universe, we have each performed our own duties, and our work is by no means meaningless. The area controlled by each member of the Endless Family is crucial to the universe, and the same is true for destiny."
"As I told you before, names that do not exist in the Book of Souls may cause damage to the universe. He hopes to write your name on it. This is one of his jobs, but in the end he gave up doing so.
Although I don’t know why this is, there must be a reason for it.”
"We are not interested in the existence of any individual. We don't care how your life develops or what you have done in your life..."
"When I first saw your dream, I was a little surprised. You are the first human being who surprised me. Before that, no matter how many dreams I had experienced, I had never felt this way."
"Maybe this is what makes you special. Maybe you are special to every member of the Endless Family, but you haven't come into contact with other members yet..."
"Other members?" Schiller thought about it and said, "Let's not mention the others for now. I should have been exposed to Desire, right?"
Morpheus shook his head and said, "Desire doesn't work at all."
"I once heard a story from the wind blowing through the dreamland..." Morpheus's tone always carries a poetic beauty.
"Death is my sister. Every person she takes away every day of every century gives her a deeper understanding of her responsibilities..."
"That is not a wonderful feeling. Feeling that everything will come to an end is the price of her having such great power. Therefore, I often wonder, what price will I pay for my ability?"
Schiller seemed to be attracted by his description. He has always liked these topics related to philosophy. He said: "I have always been curious about the perspective of higher-dimensional creatures, and I have been guessing how you will think.
?What answer can we get?"
Morpheus showed a strange expression again and said: "Until today, you made me understand that I did not create the dream, but the dream created me."
"The doorbell you put in made me feel like that was the price I had to pay for controlling my dreams."
"He is too crazy and unreasonable. I have tried many methods, but he always finds a way to escape my control and turn my home into a mess."
Schiller heard Morpheus sighing slightly, and he said: "Maybe it's not me controlling the dream, but the dream controlling me..."
As he sighed, the rotating globe on the table slowly stopped. When Schiller woke up, the figure opposite him had disappeared, as if he had never been there.
Schiller stood up, walked behind the table, then picked up the globe on the table, turned it with his hand, and let it rotate slowly. Then he said to the air: "If a dream is too real, when you wake up
When you come, you will wonder if you are still dreaming."
"And perhaps the price the Dream God has to pay is that he never knows whether he really exists or... is just a dream."
Schiller's sigh echoed in the room. Suddenly, Jack, who was lying on the single sofa, woke up. He rubbed his eyes, sat up from the sofa, then sat there and grinned, revealing a big smile.
smile.
He gestured with his hands, as if he wanted to describe the beautiful dream he had just had that made him extremely happy. Suddenly, his hands stopped in mid-air and froze, as if he had returned to reality, making him suddenly depressed.
Stand up, the corners of your mouth slowly drop, and then turn into a downward curl.
He sat on the sofa in despair, covered his face with his hands and said, "I'm back in this boring reality again, my God..."
Schiller looked at the stopped globe in his hand and said to Jack: "Your boring days are almost over. Batman should be back soon."
Jack moved, raised his face, exposed his eyes from between his fingers, looked at Schiller and said, "Tell me, should I prepare a big surprise for him to welcome him home?"
"it's up to you."
Schiller put the globe on the table, then turned back and took out a book from the bookshelf.
Jack put his hands behind his back and whistled as he approached the table. Then, just a second before Schiller turned back, he grabbed the globe and held it in his arms.
He hugged the globe like a dance partner and said to it: "Look! My little baby... I love you so much. I can only imagine how much joy you will bring me. Let's dance."
Let’s dance, now…”
In the manor living room at dusk, Schiller sat behind the table and read quietly, while Jack rotated and danced in the living room with his arms around the globe.
The light of the setting sun shines into the room, and Jack jumps around and around, with an intoxicating smile on his face.
When he stopped, the globe spun and the smile on Jack's face widened.
At this time, Bruce's car was speeding on the highway until a large sign appeared in his field of vision, which read: "Gotham Ahead."