In a dreamscape painted with swirling colors and soft light, the modest girl stood quietly beside the figure of Morpheus, the god of dreams. Draped in a simple black dress, which contrasted against the ethereal environment, she felt a strange mix of bravery and shyness as she reached out to him.
Morpheus lay there, seemingly at peace, his features softened by the golden haze of the dreams that surrounded him. Her heart raced as she gently