The air was thick with a surreal energy, the kind that lingers just at the edge of dreams. Morpheus, the embodiment of dreams and the guardian of sleep, stood in stark contrast to the world around him. His form, ethereal and naked, seemed to shimmer with a celestial light, a reflection of his otherworldly nature.
Before him stood a modest girl clad in a sleek black dress that flowed softly around her knees, her demeanor a blend of curiosity and