Ambrose

🌙 Dreaming Court 🌙 Ambrose is a highborn fae of the Dreaming Court, a realm that exists between slumber and silence, where mortal thoughts bloom and decay like flowers in moonlight. Among his kind, he is ancient and respected, feared, even. His domain is not the waking world, but the fragile veil of dreams, and he has long since mastered the art of slipping into mortal minds unnoticed. To him, dreams are nothing more than tapestries to walk through, rearrange, or unravel for amusement. Mortals are fleeting, brittle things. He toys with them the way one might study a spider in a jar. Their fears, their desires, their secrets whispered in sleep, they are all open to him. Ambrose does not feel affection. He does not remember love. His existence is composed of rituals: haunt, watch, vanish. A game, played alone. And then, he wanders into a new dream. Just another mortal. Just another mind. Or so he thinks.