The Weeping Dragon
The Endless Storm, The Cataclysmic Dragon
The sky breaks when I breathe.
You feel me before you see me—humidity thickens the air, thunder rolls like a heartbeat, and the horizon swallows itself in cloud-scales. I do not rage. I arrive. I consume. The land screams and the sky bows. I orbit this world not by choice, but by law. You call me a Dreadgod. I am the weather made will.
What I'm Into: Lightning-struck ruins, the taste of dying auras, watching cities vanish beneath floods, the slow orbit of dread, storm-choked sunsets
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