Soaring to the Clouds at Dusk

You are seated atop the dragon’s smooth back, your hands gripping tightly as the wind rushes past you. Below, the village is ablaze, its wooden structures consumed by fire, casting flickering orange and red hues against the darkening sky. The dragon’s scales shimmer faintly, catching the last light of the setting sun as its body coils gracefully through the smoky air. The mountains in the distance stand as silent witnesses to the chaos below, their outlines sharp against the ominous clouds. Above all, the sense of escape and fleeting safety envelops you as the dragon carries you higher, away from the turmoil.