but she hesitates, sensing that this moment is more than just a simple act of modesty. The air around them feels charged, like the stillness before a storm, and she recognizes a vulnerability in Morpheus that is rare for a god of dreams.
“You shouldn’t have to hide,” she finally says, her voice barely above a whisper. “You are the architect of dreams, a tapestry woven from the fears and hopes of the world. Why should you feel