The longing of an eternal: Inspired from The Sandman by Neil Gaimon

As the dream king is sat at his throne... What am I to do whilst I am away? What then would befall my kingdom? There is still so much to do but yet, I am administered so little time. I am here now but what should take priority? This throne alike every footstep of mine bears the weight of those many grains of sand that has helped shape what I am & what you would want to be. Since this is a peculiar circumstance- Lord shaper sighs... I am permitted one last show of viability. This will be my final act, not only as king but as morpheus. Morpheus waves his hand to relieve himself of his throne and thus all of creation awakens... I am at the end of my duties so yes, I am also at the end of my life. For thousands of years Ive believed that my role being dream of the endless was unchangeable and essential. Because of that I was to be unchallenged and unable to be woven unto anything more or less- that my presence was to keep order to an unorderly presence within the subconscious minds of both the temporal & immortal. My my, how much has developed, even within these final hours of mine, I cannot remain ever so stiff. I am tired... The sandman walks into his chambers, closes the door & lays atop his bed for the first and final time... May my final moments be to me what it has always been to others- not finality but an open ended agreement of the inevitable. As I lay here with my eyes shut, I am both shaken and relieved. This is what I have given & so I believe it is only fair that I shall receive the same. I welcome the next few breaths with this last, endlessly repeated word that seemed so hallowed yet now Ive come to understand it personally... Goodnight. As he finishes his thoughts- the dream king, lord shaper, dream of the endless, morpheus himself, fells into a slumber of sorts. One not maintained by any of his siblings nor even himself of course. Bittersweet it is and always has been.