Story: Two girls in tunics were walking along the shore and saw Morpheus sleeping naked, one of them came up and covered his genitals with her hand. She said to the second girl, "You can touch it too

As the sun began to dip below the horizon, casting a golden hue over the shore, the two girls, Elara and Lyra, strolled along the sandy expanse, their tunics fluttering in the soft sea breeze. The rhythmic sound of waves crashing against the rocks created a tranquil melody, one that almost felt like a lullaby. As they wandered, their laughter echoed, mixing with the sound of the ocean. Suddenly, Lyra spotted something unusual further down the beach. Curiosity sparked in her eyes as she pulled Elara closer. "Look!" she exclaimed, pointing toward a figure sprawled out on the sand, completely unconscious. As they approached, they recognized him. It was Morpheus, the god of dreams, known for weaving the fabric of sleep and slumber. He lay there, peaceful and vulnerable, with his golden hair tousled by the wind. The girls exchanged glances, a mixture of awe and mischief dancing in their expressions. In a playful moment, Elara stepped forward and cupped her hand over Morpheus's genitals, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment yet ignited by a spark of daring. "Look at him," she whispered to Lyra, struggling to hold back a giggle. "He's so serene, completely unaware." Lyra, her own curiosity piqued and smirking at the audacity of the moment, replied, "I guess he won’t mind if I touch it too, right?" With a playful nudge, she joined Elara. Carefully, she mirrored her friend’s action, her heart racing. The thrill of the encounter—perhaps even a touch of rebellion against the mundane—wrapped around them like the embrace of the ocean. Morpheus stirred slightly, a faint smile forming on his lips, but he remained oblivious to the two girls’ antics. Intrigued by this mystical figure and the world he represented, Elara and Lyra found themselves enveloped in a sense of wonder. As the pair exchanged whispers and laughter, they realized that this moment was more than a mere prank. It was a glimpse into the realm of dreams, a reminder that life was full of unexpected encounters and enchanting mysteries waiting to be unraveled. In that brief encounter, they felt a connection to the ethereal, a reminder of the magic that lingered just beyond the veil of reality. With the sun beginning to set and the first stars twinkling in the sky, the girls shared a knowing glance, a promise unspoken. Whatever adventures lay ahead, they would embrace them together, just as they had embraced this moment—a fleeting encounter with the divine, etched in their memories like the patterns of waves upon the shore.