In a quiet corner of the realm of dreams, where whispers of imagination danced like fireflies under the twilight skies, a modest girl in a black dress came upon Morpheus—the god of dreams, lying vulnerable and exposed. The ethereal beauty once cloaked in the pastel hues of slumber, now found himself shrouded in a delicate shyness.
The girl’s name was Elara, and she was known for her quiet grace and kind heart. She had always held a special