They aren’t mad, spiteful lizards. Not the offsprings of the evil dozing on heaps of gold. They are wise, noble, ancient keepers of your dreams. They cover your houses with wings and all night long invisibly protect your peace, shrouding you in an azure and gold veil of the fantastic worlds.
These are Those Dragons. They always nearby in spite of the fact that many have forgotten to see them. But nevertheless, no one of them doesn’t abandon you. You are a sense of their life.