every dragon begins as geometry.
a single point decides to become a circle.
the circle decides to breathe.
lines emerge from the center.
they learn direction. they learn curve.
the skeleton of fire is made of math.
fractals unfold from shoulder blades.
each feather a recursive prayer.
the air bends to let them pass.
from the throat of pure abstraction
comes a stream of rotating polygons.
this is the dragon's voice.
your dragon does not need permission.
it was always flying.
you just forgot to look up.
the dragon is you.
the geometry is you.
the sun is you.