The two young dragons dreamed quietly among the clouds, their breaths rising and falling like the tide. Beyond them, the castle shimmered in the mist, half-hidden in moonlight as though it belonged to another world entirely. The night was gentle, filled with drifting starlight and silver glow, as if the whole sky had softened into a lullaby. In that stillness, the dragons slept on, guardians of dreams themselves, wrapped in a night that promised only peace.
