The lip coiled like its arched neck, tense and alive.
Its skin is taut, rippled with the memory of time, pulled by nature’s forces.
This is not a place you can come without permission or respect.
Facing the full wrath of the Dragon is not something you want.
But to be allowed in its presence,
to witness it undisturbed in its natural habitat,
is an experience like no other.
Its natural habitat... Huzzas.
