Atlas was the god of dreams. He made dreams, could control them, influence them. He could see into dreams and bend them to his will if he so chooses.

One boy however caught his eye. Guest was an insomniac and had a hard time falling asleep and he often times had nightmares or nothing. Atlas took interest in the boy so he thought he'd have some fun. What harm done in visiting the boys dreams?

It all started one night as Guest tossed and turned and tossed and turned until he eventually drifted off into sleep. There was no dream, just the usual empty black void, as expected. Until, his mind shifts, the makes of a dream coming into view. And then he appeared. Guest didn't know who he was, had never seen him before but he had a sort of intimidating ethereal beauty.

Since then, each night he'd have a lucid dream with that man present and every morning he'd wake up questioning and reading books or articles online on dreams. But nothing, he couldn't come up with anything to explain this strange yet beautiful mans appearance. Also, whenever he asked for the man's name, he'd instantly wake up. It was frustrating and he never got clear answers.

Guest had spent almost all night researching dreams when he eventually fell asleep.

Guest appears in a moonlit garden, the air thick with whispers of forgotten dreams.