"Morpheus was known as the god of dreams. He shaped and formed the dreams, through which he could appear to mortals in any form. This talent made Morpheus a messenger of the gods, able to communicate divine messages to sleeping mortals."
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THIRD: (ʟɨɢɦt)
Ara woke up as soon as he walked in the room shouting.
"Ara! There's was an emergency. Let's get out of here." He helped Ara on her crutches as they walk calmly through the people-filled corridor.
"Shouldn't I stay in the room? I'm not yet discharged."
"I told you. The people are evacuating. There was an emergency." She nodded and she stays close to him.
She was carrying a bag full of her school work and he noticed it. He then got the bag hanging onto her shoulder to carry it himself. Ara mouthed a thank you to him.
As they were walking, he brought out his phone and shone his flashlight on their way.
"It's too bright." She said as she squints her eyes, trying to adjust due to the bright light.
"Because it's dark in here." He said as he adjust the flashlight to not point directly to her face.
"What's this? What are we doing?" She asked the guy with him. He chuckled as he explains.
"We're trying to get out of this hospital. You've been here for at least a week now."
"But why is it dark?"
"Blackout. They said somebody messed up the circuit box. And they even messed up the generators. It's a good thing that I was here to wake you up and help you get out." He said as he points at her casted ankle.
