Neil Gaiman – The Sandman, vol. 6 (1993)

by vyh

If we ever returned to the hard lands, there are some amongst us who believe that we would die of old age, crumbling to dust like the men in the tales. Others claim that we would return to the world on the day we left it, and live out the span of our lives—and all the time we spent in this place would fade and vanish, like a dawn dream on waking that colors the day but cannot be touched or remembered.