The stoic beast stood alone above the cliffs.

Looking down, it could see the lights, and hear the sounds of the human village below. But that wasn't its interest.

It's true attention lay bare above the night sky. The cosmos laid before it fascinated the dragon, even though it bore the same images on its own body.

Every night it would stand here and look up, wondering if one day it could reach those curious lights, or maybe, if it came from them.