In the soft glow of dawn, a modest girl named Elara found herself wandering through an ethereal dreamscape, filled with wisps of fog and shimmering starlight. The soft whispers of the night played like a lullaby in her ears, and as she tread softly on the silken grass, she stumbled upon a sheltered glade where dreams were woven and the slumbering god of dreams, Morpheus, lay undisturbed.
His form was both captivating and melancholic—stretched