Story: a modest girl in a dress covered the loins of the sleeping Morpheus with a blanket and put her hand on them between her legs

In a quiet, moonlit glade where the whispers of dreams danced through the air, a modest girl named Elara walked softly, the hem of her simple dress brushing against the soft grass. Elara was known in her village for her gentle spirit and caring heart, always willing to lend a helping hand to those in need. One fateful night, while wandering through the woods, she stumbled upon a figure asleep beneath the ancient trees. It was Morpheus, the god of dreams, his presence both serene and powerful. He lay sprawled on the ground, surrounded by an ethereal glow, the soft rise and fall of his chest a lullaby in the stillness of the night. Seeing that he was too vulnerable in such a place, Elara's heart swelled with kindness. She approached quietly, taking off her blanket—a treasured possession she had always kept for herself. Without a moment's hesitation, she draped it over Morpheus, instinctively protecting him from the cool night air. As she knelt beside him, she noticed that the blanket had slipped slightly, and her hand found its way to the edge of the fabric. Elara hesitated for a moment, feeling the weight of the world on her shoulders. But her touch was gentle, and her intent pure; she wanted to ensure that he remained warm and undisturbed in his slumber. At that moment, a soft breeze rustled the leaves above, and a dreamlike haze enveloped them both. Morpheus stirred, his eyes fluttering open to meet the kind gaze of the girl who had shown him such unexpected kindness. "Who are you, gentle dreamer?" he asked, his voice like the rustle of feathers. "I'm Elara," she replied softly, her cheeks flushed with a mixture of shyness and warmth. "I couldn't bear to see you left out in the cold." Morpheus smiled, a rare and beautiful sight that felt like a dawn breaking over the horizon. "Your kindness is a rare gift in this world. It is said that dreams give life to the impossible, and in that spirit, I grant you a single wish." Elara thought carefully, her heart racing. In that moment, she could wish for anything—riches, fame, or power. But as she looked at Morpheus, nestled comfortably in her blanket, she realized that all she truly wanted was to spread joy and kindness to those around her. "I wish for the ability to bring comfort and happiness to people," she declared, her voice steady and filled with hope. With a nod of approval, Morpheus raised his hand, and the air shimmered with magic. "Your heart is pure, Elara. May your wish be granted, and may your compassion light the paths of many.” From that night on, Elara discovered that she could weave dreams into the lives of others, turning their fears into hopes and their sorrows into joy. And though she remained a modest girl, her impact was profound, as she became a beacon of light in the lives of all who crossed her path. In her quiet way, Elara learned that true power lies not in grand gestures, but in the gentle warmth of kindness—a legacy that would echo through the dreams of many for generations to come.