Iris had always been captivated by the world of dreams, a realm where her imagination could roam free and vibrant. Legends spoke of Morpheus, the god of dreams, who could shape the visions that danced in the minds of mortals. Most evenings, Iris would drift off to sleep hoping to catch just a glimpse of him, but tonight, something felt different.
As she lay in her bed, her mind wandered to the dress she had worn to the festival earlier that