The Moonlit Dragon
Brisk winds brush the still grass of a silent hill where pillars made from stone rest as relics of the past. Over the course of centuries, these relics have endured times relentless pull. Overgrown, stained, and decrepit. Despite this deteriorating state, the cold and tattered surfaces of these pillars have persevered tales of old, carved long ago by a secluded civilization. This civilization was said to have spent their existence shrouded in secrecy, with only relics such as these pillars being all that remains of their history. Edged into these pillars depicts a legend of a ravishing woman who hailed from the heavens; angelic wings unfurl from a lithe body dressed in white velvety cloth. Her pulchritudinous voice was said to sail through the air of night, captivating all who listened. Above, an unsullied light shone from the moons coarse surface, gracing the land it oversaw below while the sun lay dormant. To many, this was the legend of a heavenly lady, the legend of the moonlit angel. Though akin to many legends, it was all myth; a mere fabrication spoken by the mouth of a greedy, self-proclaimed prophet. One who sought to instill his beliefs into those gullible enough to follow his shadow. Overtime the civilization would see its inevitable downfall, as great kingdoms would vanish from the surface of our reality — leaving only mere remnants of their past behind. Amidst a fateful night, a tribe of nomadic drakes happened upon the historical sight and discovered with it the stone pillars. These drakes were left enthralled by the legend of the moonlit angel; so much so that they sought to reincarnate her in their own image. The loyal drakes built upon remnants of the past and gave offerings under the lunar light with each passing night. At dusk they sang and danced around the pillars, decorating the hilltop with a brilliant arrangement of flowers.
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