A dragon. One of the last, standing among the trees, its bright blue eyes locked onto you. You can't move, can't turn and run or continue walking forwards. Neither of you move for a few minutes, but then the dragon begins to approach you. Its large webbed wings folded loosely on its sides. The dragon looms in front of you as it stops. And then… It speaks.
Just a thing I was trying out.
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