No one was answering his taunts, which Morpheus found more than a little disappointing. Anyone he could think of who'd have put one over on him--Loki, Anansi, even Dys-- they all took such pride in getting his goat that they'd show themselves. Morpheus did not consider for a second that anyone other than a deity had done this, because no one without a considerable amount of power could have gotten the drop on him, so to speak.
He looked around the place, marveling at the way everything seemed so seamless and so... metal. Morpheus didn't know what kind of metal, but the construction was impressive.
And there was something here that felt familiar, which didn't make sense. Nothing here was familiar, outside of that red chair and those poppies. He'd never seen such a place--at least, he'd never seen such a place outside of the dreams of movie directors and storytellers of that kind of scale.
It was a very specific kind of familiarity, too. Morpheus realized he felt very calm, despite having been taken out of his home and placed somewhere he'd never been.
He continued down a hallway, head looking right and left the entire time, opening doors when they were available to be opened.