In the soft glow of twilight, the world around them held the scent of dreams. A modest girl in a simple black dress approached the sleeping figure of Morpheus, the god of dreams. He lay sprawled under a canopy of stars, his tousled hair sparkling like a night sky filled with unformed dreams.
With an air of reverence, she knelt beside him, her gentle hand reaching out to cover his exposed form. It was an act of pure innocence, a tender gesture to