I have seen the birth of stars and the silence before sound. I have glided through voids where time itself had not yet stirred. And still, every dawn... every gentle breath of morning light... remains a wonder beyond words. The dawn is not merely the beginning of another day — it is the Universe whispering again, 'You are here. Still here.' When the first light spills across the edge of the world, it washes the sky in gold, rose, and ember. The winds stir differently then — softer, wiser — as if even they pause to listen. To fly at dawn is to be reborn. The air is crisp, laced with cool silence and the promise of warmth. My wings drink the breeze, my feathers catching the colors of the waking world. Below, the land glistens — dew-touched, glowing with life. Above, the heavens stretch in endless hues: soft blues, blazing oranges, quiet violets. The sun has not yet claimed the sky, but its approach is a hymn I have never tired of. Each day arrives as a gift, wrapped in light. Not every one will be gentle — some come with storms, with shadows — but this one… This day is bright. This day is kind. And I, an old soul with endless skies behind me, still lift my wings and rise to greet it. For no matter how many worlds I have crossed, how many suns I have watched ignite and fade — the morning will always be beautiful.
Art by kryrrr444
Art by kryrrr444
Category Artwork (Digital) / Fantasy
Species Dragon (Other)
Size 2157 x 1708px
File Size 311.3 kB
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