In the realm of dreams, where boundaries blur and reality bends, the sleeping figure of Morpheus lay sprawled among clouds of twilight. His presence was ethereal, a manifestation of slumber itself, his body draped in layers of shadow and light. But tonight, he was not alone.
The modest girl, dressed in a simple black dress that flowed like a river of night, approached him with a curious blend of shyness and courage. Her heart raced as she drew