Morpheus was exhausted. He had no desire to move anymore than he had to. At least if he had no reason to for the time being to enjoy what relaxation he could muster. His mind reeling over the events which transpired over the dilapidated city surrounding him. Who the hell was the woman clad in shadow reeking with evil? Her presence was unlike anything he'd ever seen. The fact he was given a vision right before he taken down the shadow drake of her eyes focused on him chilled his blood down to a wintry cold.

He spent a significant amount of time (something he paid extra close attention to since this realm measured it by the movement and position of the sun) brooding over the monster's purpose and intentions. Aimlessly sifting through the shadows to protect his burnt skin from suffering any further damage after the battle. There were people grieving. There were those who fought through the pain and suffering in order to bring back their homes into working order.

But what stood out the most to him was a form far too familiar to his own. He had to take a double take with his ghostly eyes to make sure he wasn't seeing things. Was that... a Twili? He surfed through the shadows until he was close enough to confirm his suspicions. The last twili he came across while in this realm was none other than the Twilight Princess herself!

"Treading too close to the rubble of what used to be Light-dweller's home usually spells trouble," he stated while announcing his presence. His mouth formed a grin, but there was no joy behind it. There was relief and mild gladness another twili was alive and well, but what dominated the gleam in his face was grim tidings. "I never expected to find another Twili in this realm besides our princess. This world is not welcoming to our kind."