A modest girl in a black dress covered the shame of a naked sleeping Morpheus with her hand. He said you can cover your genitals further and made you a guardian of modesty

In a dreamscape where fantasies intertwine with reality, a modest girl in a simple black dress stood watch over the slumbering God of Dreams, Morpheus. The soft glow of the moonlight draped over them, casting gentle shadows that danced beneath the stillness of the night. With a delicate grace, she reached out to cover Morpheus's naked form, her hand a shield against the vulnerability of his slumber. “Morpheus,” she whispered, her voice a soft caress, “even in dreams, there is dignity.” As if stirred by her gentle touch, Morpheus opened his eyes, revealing depths filled with stars and possibilities. A slow smile curled on his lips as he appreciated her instinct to safeguard modesty. “You have a kind heart,” he replied, his voice a melodic echo in the cool air. “You may conceal your own modesty further and let it flourish, for you have been chosen as the guardian of dreams.” With those words, a radiance enveloped her, imbuing her with a sense of purpose and power. She felt an ancient wisdom weaving through her, a connection to the dreams of countless souls. From that moment, she understood that with her modesty came strength — the strength to inspire dreams, to protect the sanctity of slumber, and to guide others toward their true selves. As the guardian of modesty, she became a shimmering beacon, fostering an environment where dreams could roam free, untarnished by shame or fear. Together, she and Morpheus wove a tapestry of dreams, where every soul could find solace and every spirit could rise unencumbered, clothed not just by fabric, but by the dignity of self-acceptance and belief in the beauty of their own existence.