In a quiet corner of an ethereal realm, where dreams intertwined with reality, a modest girl adorned in a simple black dress wandered. Her name was Elara, and she possessed a heart full of compassion and curiosity. The shimmering night sky stretched above her, but her focus was fixed on the figure lying before her.
Morpheus, the god of dreams, lay asleep beneath a canopy of twilight stars, his form draped in a veil of serene slumber. However,