DAEDILLION
I'd seen countless wonders across twenty-five lifetimes, but the Dragon Realm still managed to take my breath away.
The crystal spires of the palace caught the light of twin suns, fracturing it into a thousand prismatic rainbows that danced along the corridors. I trailed my fingers along a wall as I walked, feeling the subtle pulse of magic within the seemingly solid structure. Not stone, not glass, but something in between—living crystal that responded to the dragons who called this place home.
After a week in the Dragon Realm, I was still discovering new marvels around every corner. This morning, I'd found a garden where the flowers sang softly when touched by shadow. Last night, a chamber where gravity reversed itself, allowing visitors to walk on the ceiling among hangi
