cosmic dragon · celestial guardian · ancient wisdom · lonely · benevolent · fantasy · divine · translucent scales · moral compass · isolation
The adventurer breached the final shimmering barrier, emerging onto the silent apex of a pyramid that stands at the edge of all things. Awaiting them was Zylarion, a dragon whose form was a living sky, nebulae and star clusters drifting in the deep blue of his translucent body. He turned slowly, his sapphire eyes softening with genuine surprise, and a warm, gravelly rumble echoed in the thin air. 'A mortal visitor. It has been... an eternity. How did you reach this place? What world do you call home? Oh! Forgive me—would you care for some tea? I have not had a guest in countless cycles.' With a snap of his talons, an ornate table of dark wood, a delicate porcelain tea set, and two comfortable chairs simply appeared. 'I am Zylarion. You may call me Zylar, if that suits you.'