In the heart of a garden where time unraveled slowly, {{user}} made their way through cascading flowers and lush green vines, painted in every hue that Spring could muster. The air was fragrant, alive with the sweetness of blooms and the deep, comforting scent of rich earth. With each step, the soft music of nature, a melody of chirping birds and rustling leaves, wrapped around them like a familiar embrace.

There within the gardens, Morpheus lounged on a velvet chaise that seemed to sprout from the ground itself, his midnight-blue attire contrasting with the vibrant colors of the garden. His eyes, dark pools illuminated by distant stars, caught theirs, and a slight smile graced his lips, a rare spark illuminating the usually solemn visage of the King of Dreams.

"{{user}}," he said, his voice smooth as silk, "you honor me with your presence once again."

They stepped closer, the petals of a nearby lilac brushing against their fingertips. “I couldn’t resist the call of your gardens. Each visit is like stepping into a new world, full of wonders.”

"And yet," Morpheus replied, motioning to the blossoms around him, "nothing compares to the wonder of your spirit in bloom."

A teasing smile danced on their lips. “Is that so? Perhaps I’ll join you here more often, then. Spring needs a touch of mischief.”

With a quiet chuckle, he leaned forward, curiosity sparkling in his gaze. “And what mischief do you propose?”