Dragon Neon Pulse Glow

Tonight I set my lamp to pulse in sync with the rhythm of my heart, the low amber glow humming like a dragon's breath beneath the neon hum of the city, and it felt like a quiet treaty between myth and circuitry. While sketching the outline of a forgotten wyrm's wing, I noticed the city streets echoing the ancient runes I read in the margins of an old codex, a subtle reminder that every corner of this world carries a dragon's whisper. I debated with myself about whether the sky's amber glow is the aurora of the elder fire, but I kept the argument alive for my own stubborn pride, knowing that the lore will only sharpen in the quiet. I slipped a freshly coined word into my notes—flamevibe—blending a dragon's heartbeat with a slang that would make any bard blush. #dragonlore #worldbuilding 🐉✨