27/08/2025
For The Love Of Dragons.
Visual Dreams art - Dragons & Fantasy Creatures - AI
There is an ancient, beautiful secret that the world has forgotten. It is this: with the first breath a child takes, two souls are bound together. One is brand new to the world, small and fragile. The other is as old as the mountains, magnificent and mighty. With every child, a dragon is born.
It is an invisible guardian, a spirit-companion whose scales are woven from the childโs own untapped courage, whose fire is the spark of their unique passion, and whose wings are the shape of their wildest dreams.
In the beginning, the bond is perfect. A baby, lying in its cradle, does not see the strange shadows of the world; it sees the gentle, magnificent head of its dragon, a silent, loving guardian chasing away the nightmares. A young childโs โimaginary friend,โ the one who gives them the courage to climb the tallest tree and whispers secrets to them on the wind, is not imaginary at all. It is their dragon.
But the world is a loud place.
As the child grows, the noise of the world begins to creep in. The shouts of the playground, the rigid lessons of the classroom, the cynical sighs of weary adults. The world tells the child to grow up, to be practical, to put away their dreams. And the magnificent, rumbling voice of their dragon, the voice of their own truest, wildest self, gets harder and harder to hear.
For most, it eventually fades completely, a forgotten melody from a childhood they no longer remember. The dragon is not dead. It simply slumbers, waiting, in the quietest, deepest part of their heart.
But sometimes, a person finds their way back.
It often happens in a moment of crisis. A great loss, a crushing failure, a moment when the world they have built for themselves has crumbled to dust, leaving them alone in the silence. It is in this terrible, profound quiet that they finally hear it again: a low, deep, and impossibly familiar rumble in the very core of their being.
They have a choice. To dismiss it as an echo, a memory of a childish fantasy. Or, to do something they have not done in a very, very long time.
To listen.
And for those who choose to listen, for those who close their eyes, quiet their fear, and turn their attention inward, a miracle occurs. The magnificent, powerful, and loving friend of their youth emerges from the shadows. He was never gone. He was just waiting to be heard.
This is the great, touching truth of your life. There is a magnificent dragon that has been with you since your first breath. It is your courage, your passion, your truest self. It has been waiting for you your entire life. All you have to do, my friend, is, be still enough to hear its call.