In a dimly lit room, where shadows danced softly on the walls, a girl dressed in a simple black dress knelt beside a figure enveloped in a gentle slumber. Morpheus, the god of dreams, lay there, his presence both powerful and serene, embodying the tranquil essence of the dreams he wove for mortals. His features were serene, lips barely parted, as if lost in a world of his own creation.
The girl, modest and unassuming, felt a strange connection