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The lens sweeps across a shattered landscape—splintered timbers, crushed stone, the ghost of a village. At its heart lies a leviathan, scales dull in the low light, sprawled belly-up like a fallen idol. Its abdomen is a swollen mountain of flesh, and from deep inside come the damp, muffled echoes of final struggles. The dragon sleeps, a deep, rumbling slumber, while the air hangs thick with the scent of slow dissolution and absolute despair.