In a dreamscape painted with hues of twilight, Morpheus, the god of dreams, roamed through the shimmering realms of slumber. He was a figure both formidable and ethereal, cloaked in shadows and whispers that danced around him like the remnants of dreams themselves. Yet, amidst this enigma, there emerged a tender presence—the modest girl in the black dress.
Her name was Elara, and while she may have been shy in waking life, here in the realm of