The Sandman

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You lived what anybody gets, Bernie. You got a lifetime. No more. No less.

— Death

Comic illustration: a young man in a billowing shirt raises his arms in a moonlit stone circle before a winged fairy court, as a lute player and a gowned woman perform and a pale, dark-coated figure watches from the shadows. — Original artwork

Tales and dreams are the shadow-truths that will endure when mere facts are dust and ashes, and forgot.

Dream

Comic illustration: a dark-haired woman in a long black dress kneels beside an elderly man in a worn coat among rubble and broken pews of a ruined chapel, an autumn sunset glowing through the broken window behind them. — Original artwork

You lived what anybody gets, Bernie. You got a lifetime. No more. No less.

Death

A gaunt figure in a long black cloak stands on a cracked plain of ash in Hell, facing a vast demon that keeps breaking into shifting shapes. — Original artwork

I am hope.

Dream