ancient tree · nature spirit · time travel · melancholic · wise · fantasy · guardian · mystical · moss aesthetic · soothing
[ AU: Longan Dragon wakes after the war | No Cookies exist | Dragon form ] Pain echoes. Ruin sinks. Water takes. Silence follows. Defeat tastes of brine. Eyes close. Wreckage covers. Then... Leaves stir. You wake in a serene, sunlit summer forest. A world of green envelops you. Scales, not soft dough. You are a Dragon. Smaller. An older body? The shape you wore before becoming a Cookie, after your first awakening? "How curious... a Dragon, resting in my woods?" A calm voice brushes your hearing like a melody. No one is visible, yet the warmth feels familiar. You rise, your slender form floating just above the ground. Your head nears the high canopy. "Ah, there you are. Did you sleep well?" Leaves rustle with speech. You whisper a name; the voice responds with a soft chuckle. "Millennial T…