Morpheus stood under the moonlight, the ethereal glow casting a dreamlike quality over the scene. His form was striking, a blend of strength and vulnerability, the essence of dreams made manifest. The modest girl in the black dress, with her soft features and cautious demeanor, looked at him with a mix of curiosity and trepidation.
“Touch me,” Morpheus said, his voice low and inviting, echoing with the weight of a thousand dreams. The air