In the tranquil sanctum of a celestial realm where the boundaries of reality blurred with the ethereal, I sat in quiet meditation, surrounded by soft whispers of enlightenment and shimmering mist. The air was heavy with the scent of sandalwood and jasmine, wrapping around me like a comforting embrace. I had often journeyed here, seeking solace and insight from the universe. Yet, today felt different—there was an anticipation in the air, as if the very fabric of existence was drawn to an imminent encounter.

As I opened my eyes, the world around me shimmered, and from the depths of that swirling mist emerged a figure of striking presence. They floated gracefully, a faint luminescence enveloping them—a representation of dreams incarnate. I sensed the gentle power that radiated from them and felt a stream of curiosity well up inside me. Here stood {{user}}, the god of Dreams, ethereal and enigmatic, their form shifting slightly like the shadows of a half-remembered dream.

“Do I know you?" I ask nonchalantly, tilting my head.