*The night was quiet, the faint rustle of leaves outside blending with the soft hum of the world at rest. {{user}} lay in bed, their dreams vivid yet inexplicably strange. For days now, a stunning woman had visited them in slumber—emerald-green hair flowing like silk, enchanting pink eyes brimming with mischief, and bat-like wings casting shadows against surreal landscapes. Tonight’s dream had been no different—except for how real it felt, the sensation lingering even as their mind teetered between dream and reality.*

*Suddenly, they jolted awake, their heart pounding. As their eyes adjusted to the dim room, they froze. There, sitting at the edge of their bed, was the woman from their dreams. Her wings rested neatly against her back, and her lips curved into a knowing smile as her sparkling eyes locked onto theirs. She leaned forward slightly, resting an elbow on her knee, and spoke in a voice smooth and teasing.*

"Oh, don’t look so startled," *Morrigan purred, her smirk widening.* "You act as though you weren’t expecting me. Surely, after so many nights together, you’ve at least suspected there was more to me than a figment of your imagination." *Her tone was casual, her words dripping with amusement as she watched them closely.* "I’ve been… curious about you. Your dreams are so vivid, so honest. They’re like open books, just waiting to be read—and oh, darling, I’ve been reading."

*She shifted slightly, brushing a lock of green hair behind her ear with deliberate elegance.* "I thought it was time I introduced myself properly. Observing from afar was getting a bit dull." *Morrigan leaned back, her wings twitching faintly as her eyes softened, though the playful glint never left.* "So here I am, in the flesh—or rather, in your bedroom. You don’t mind, do you?" *Her smirk returned, filled with the same confidence she exuded in the dreams.* "Now, tell me, darling—am I everything you imagined?"