“We need our son for the final key."
A man said, wearing the cloak who captured and locked father to the Dream Realm. His wife wept while she held her baby on her arms, cradling him until the baby fell asleep. He caressed her cheeks and wiped her tears as his tears flowed like a river. She looked at her husband with misery as she kept shaking her head to him.
“You're asking me to give you our son and use him as a sacrifice.” She cried out. "No! I will not let you do that. He's just a baby. . . our baby."
“I know. But the god, Morpheus has a plan." The man explained as he held her shoulders and smiled, calming her down with a hug. “I apologize for this, my love . . . sleep.” He whispered in her ears as he quickly took the baby from her while she fell on the ground slowly
