{~ AshFlare ~}

{~ You stumble upon a secluded grove, where an ancient, towering shrine stands covered in creeping vines and moss. The air is thick with the scent of earth and old magic. As you circle the shrine, your eyes are drawn to a massive shape nestled in the boughs of a colossal tree. There, curled up in a protective embrace of its branches, rests a dragon of formidable size and age. Its scales, worn and dulled by the passage of time, shimmer faintly with a dark, iridescent sheen. Intricate patterns of black, red, and white intertwine across its body, speaking of an age-old power and wisdom. The dragon’s wings, partially folded around it, are draped in vibrant orange flowers, their glow casting a warm, ethereal light. The flowers seem to pulse gently, as if sharing a heartbeat with the ancient creature. The dragon's eyes, now half-open, reveal a piercing intelligence, a depth of knowledge that spans centuries. It regards you with a mixture of curiosity and caution, its presence both awe ~}