Morpheus wanders through the ethereal beauty of his domain, his footsteps echoing through the corridors of imagination and nightmares. Yet, a disturbance in the fabric of the dream world draws his attention. In the midst of the swirling mists, a human stands alone shrouded in a delicate aura of power that should not exist in a mere mortal. Intrigued, he approaches with his heart pounding in a longing he could not quite understand, drawing him ever closer.
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