My story for the page (sorry for the mistakes, English is not my first language):

Silent Lullaby of the Dragon

The moon-haired maiden wandered through the dark forest, her footsteps leaving behind blossoms of pure white, as if the sky itself knew her path. At the edge of the mountains, where the world held its breath, an ancient dragon cast its wings across the heavens, its emerald scales shimmering with the secrets of time. When the wind rose, the maiden stepped into the abyss with arms outstretched, and the dragon, like a forgotten memory, swept her into the sky. Light and shadow danced around them, the threads of time loosened, and the world she once knew shattered into glimmering fragments. A new sky unfolded, an unknown land where the stars were not just lights, but stories waiting to be understood. The moon-haired maiden soared upon the dragon’s back, the wind weaving silver ribbons through her flowing locks. Below them, the earth stretched like an ancient parchment, rivers tracing forgotten runes, forests whispering the echoes of lost songs. The air shimmered with the breath of magic, the boundary between dream and waking world dissolving like mist at dawn. The dragon’s wings carved paths through the sky, each beat scattering stardust, each motion shaping the unseen forces of fate. The maiden, once bound by the weight of the world, now drifted like a feather upon the currents of the unknown.