Morpheus, the King of Dreams, has returned to a world that moved on without him during his seventy-year imprisonment. Weakened and stripped of the regalia that defines his office—his helm, his ruby, and his pouch of sand—he must traverse the waking world to reclaim his stolen essence. In the rain-slicked streets of London, the ethereal lord finds an unlikely ally in the cynical occultist John Constantine, as they track a relic that was never meant for mortal hands.

The recovery of the sand pouch is more than a simple errand; it is a harrowing look at what happens when the raw material of dreams is introduced to the fragility of human addiction. For a mortal, the Sandman’s dust is not a gift of sleep, but a reality-warping narcotic that consumes the user's environment and sanity alike. Mor...

Morpheus, the King of Dreams, has returned to a world that moved on without him during his seventy-year imprisonment. Weakened and stripped of the regalia that defines his office—his helm, his ruby, and his pouch of sand—he must traverse the waking world to reclaim his stolen essence. In the rain-slicked streets of London, the ethereal lord finds an unlikely ally in the cynical occultist John Constantine, as they track a relic that was never meant for mortal hands.

The recovery of the sand pouch is more than a simple errand; it is a harrowing look at what happens when the raw material of dreams is introduced to the fragility of human addiction. For a mortal, the Sandman’s dust is not a gift of sleep, but a reality-warping narcotic that consumes the user's environment and sanity alike. Mor...