Forest Dragon

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Forest Dragon The majestic creature stood tall amidst its domain, a realm of towering trees and ancient magic that pulsed through every living thing. Its scales shimmered like polished emeralds, reflecting dappled sunlight as it shifted its weight, flexing powerful muscles beneath. This was no ordinary dragon; its eyes burned with an inner fire that spoke of ages past and secrets whispered to the wind. It had witnessed civilizations rise and fall, their stories etched into the very fabric of the forest like scars on a weathered hide. As the beast moved, leaves rustled and birds took flight, sensing the power that lurked beneath its tranquil surface. Its roar was a gentle rumble, a soothing vibration that seemed to lull the trees themselves into a peaceful slumber. Despite its size, the Forest Dragon exuded an air of quiet authority, as if it had been here since time began and would remain long after the ages had passed. It stood watch over this enchanted land, a guardian of ancient wisdom and a keeper of the secrets that only the forest whispers to those who listen closely. In its presence, one could not help but feel small yet connected, a thread in the intricate tapestry of life that stretched across the world. The Forest Dragon was more than just a creature; it was a symbol of resilience, a reminder that even in the darkest depths of time, there existed beauty and wonder waiting to be discovered.