In the twilight realm between dreams and reality, where shadows danced in soft hues, a modest girl in a black dress found herself in the company of Morpheus, the God of Dreams. His presence was ethereal, a blend of mystery and allure, shimmering like stardust against the velvet night.
As he lay before her, enveloped in the soft glow of twilight, the girl instinctively felt a desire to shield him, to create a sanctuary within the chaos of the