In a dimly lit dreamscape, a modest girl adorned in a simple black dress found herself standing before Morpheus, the enigmatic god of dreams. His ethereal form shimmered like twilight, a surreal presence, both alluring and overwhelming.
Curiosity danced in her eyes as she observed him—a figure known for crafting the dreams of mortals and guiding their slumber. Despite his godly stature, there was something vulnerable in his gaze that mirrored