Yestereve, amongst the gathering storm clouds, a Golden Sky Dragon flew across my view. Smoke-breathing without flame, too busy to stop and talk, he hurried on to other dimensions looking for dwarven treasures. I regret he never halted. For just a moment and allowed me to passenger on his exotic journeys. He would not have needed to ask twice.
Seen only by those whose eyes are tuned to wonders and marvels. May your skies one day be graced by his presence.