Spectrum Dragon

In a land where colors bloomed even under the silvered touch of rain, young Elara walked the path of the Whispering Garden, her heart synced to the pulse of its magic. It was here, amidst the vibrant blooms and the soft murmur of petals, that she sought counsel with Aethon, the Spectrum Dragon, whose scales shimmered with a thousand hues, each a secret or a song from realms beyond. Aethon's gaze was ancient, wise, and kind, a silent invitation for the exchange of wonders and woes.

As she approached, the air thrummed with the quiet power of their bond; a friendship born not of words, but of shared silences and unspoken understandings. Today, Elara carried a burden too heavy for her young shoulders—a mystery darkening her village, a shadow that crept closer with each passing night.

Trusting in Aethon's timeless wisdom, she offered him a silver teacup, a trinket from her world, as she had so many times before. With a nudge of his snout, the dragon accepted her gift, ready to listen, ready to guide. Together, they would unravel the threads of the dark tapestry, the dragon's vibrant presence a beacon of hope amidst the encroaching gloom