Story: A modest girl in a black dress covers the genitals of a sleeping naked Morpheus with her gentle hand, Morpheus says: "If you want, you can cover further." She became the guardian of his modesty

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 protect his modesty from the whims of the night. The dark fabric of her dress whispered around her as she moved, framing her delicate silhouette against the ethereal backdrop. As her hand rested softly over Morpheus, a smile curled on his lips, revealing knowledge of an ancient truth. "If you want, you can cover further," he murmured, his voice husky with the weight of dreams. It was an invitation wrapped in mystery, a playful acknowledgment of the boundary they danced upon—between dreams and reality, between innocence and desire. The girl blushed, her heart racing at his words. Yet, she found comfort in the subtle play of emotions between them. Straddling the line between protection and seduction, she felt an inexplicable connection to the dreamer. In this sacred space, she became not just a guardian of modesty, but a keeper of dreams—a protector of the innocence that dreams sought to preserve. She hesitated for a moment, contemplating the power of her touch, the weight of her choice. In that stillness, she felt the pulse of the universe, the intertwining of their destinies. With a sense of purpose blossoming within her, she chose to embrace the spirit of her role. The gentle girl tucked the edges of her dress around Morpheus more securely, her fingertips brushing against the warmth of his skin. As she covered him, their eyes met, and in that fleeting moment, she saw the echo of countless dreams reflected in his gaze. Each dream was a pathway into another world, a promise of adventures yet to be had. Time seemed to stand still as they shared that connection—both a sanctuary of innocence and an awakening of something deeper. The promise of dreams lingered in the air, a palpable magic that enveloped them. She realized then that being a guardian of his modesty also meant safeguarding the dreams of others, ensuring the purity of what unfolded in the night. As the stars twinkled brighter above, a soft breeze stirred the night, whispering secrets only the dreamers could understand. She felt a swell of responsibility, a determination to honor this sacred bond. The modest girl, with her gentle heart and unwavering spirit, embraced her role fully, ready to walk the delicate balance of guardian and dreamer. Together, they rested in the charmed embrace of the night, the girl cloaked in her black dress, a silent protector of Morpheus and all the dreams he held. A promise lingered in the air: that in their sanctuary, they would both find solace, adventure, and perhaps a glimpse of a love woven from dreams, forever intertwined beneath the cosmos.