Selena instinctively covered his reddened genitals of the sleeping Endymion with her hand. She giggled at the absurdity of the situation, and her laughter echoed through the trees

as the gentle rustle of leaves accompanied her amusement. The moonlight filtered through the branches, casting a silver hue on the scene, heightening the surreal nature of the moment. Endymion remained blissfully unaware of his predicament, lost in a world of dreams. Selena's laughter subsided as a sense of protectiveness washed over her. She couldn’t help but admire the beauty of the sleeping figure before her—a handsome young man, the very embodiment of serenity. She knelt down beside him, her gaze drifting over his features, the way the moonlight caressed his skin. The forest around them was alive with nighttime sounds—the chirping of crickets, the rustling of small animals in the underbrush. It was a tranquil setting, yet the absurdity of the situation made it all the more enchanting. Caught in a rare, whimsical moment, Selena decided to celebrate the spontaneity of life. With a sly grin, she leaned closer and whispered, "Oh, how the stars must envy you tonight." She playfully brushed a strand of hair away from his forehead, feeling a strange connection to this slumbering soul. In that quiet forest, beneath the watchful gaze of the ancient trees and the luminous moon, the unusual encounter blossomed into something magical, a fleeting glimpse into a world where dreams and reality danced together.