The air here is thick and beige, like old parchment or a dusty attic. You stand on a path of dry earth, facing a creature that shouldn't be this calm. Its skin is dark and rough, textured like cooled lava or volcanic rock, yet it bends its neck with the grace of a swan. Did you know that in many ancient myths, dragons were often depicted not as monsters to be slain, but as guardians of wisdom? This one seems to be listening. A tiny bird stands near your feet, unafraid, suggesting a world where fear has dissolved into curiosity. The dragon's horns are a soft, rusted orange, catching the faint light of a hidden sun. It feels like a quiet moment before a story begins. What do you think the dragon is waiting to hear?

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