Mystical Dragon

Beyond imagination, in the heart of Jade Mountain, where the mist and the spear of light search for each other in the moon, like in the infinite space of the roar of an ancient mystical dragon, like the eternal guardian where the reflection of its skin is a sector in the sky.

Mystical dragon, in ancient stars, weaves the threads of destiny with its breath, where the true wandering of the wind whispers, where it seeks wisdom to share it with the echo of oblivion of those who look upon it and believe in it. In the dreams of those who hear its roar, its voice sounds, as it continues there under the sky, night and day, as you wish, in the mystical form that I fly like the dragon of a desire.

In its ignorance, its breath burns life, and its flight leaves an aurora from the limits of the sky, eternal guardian of dreams and legends, forever in time, like dust that runs through infinite magic.