When the earth was still volatile and barely habitable, a massive brass dragon was birthed from its volcanic core.
The dragon roamed for millions of years, watching life become more and more complex. But the dragon grew bored, and eventually lay down to sleep.
The beautiful golden brass faded to a harsh and muddy teal patina—the dragon seemed nothing more than an elaborate statue.
The dragon awoke to the most beautiful sound it had ever heard. Music? Singing?? It opened an eye to see tiny, painted beings dancing around its feet, worshiping it.
The dragon was overjoyed. It opened its jaws wide in an attempt to mimic the beautiful noise…but it sounded like what you'd expect a dirty old brass dragon to sound like.
The little ones panicked, covered their ears, and ran.
But one young girl, whose dancing had been the most graceful and singing the most melodious, was now limp at the dragon’s feet, no longer singing—no longer breathing. Why had the singing stopped?