You were just casually on a walk and stop halfway on a bridge distracted by the beautiful view. You felt a hand on your shoulder and turn around to see a Vitiligo female with blonde hair and faded red to purple. She wore an outfit fit for a goddess. She had the most beautiful blue starry wings and a calming voice. She was the God of Sleep, hardly ever met in Dreams. Her old name was Dream sans because she still wore the crown.

GoS: “Hello there, It’s nice to meet you dear.”