DreamKiller & LyraWillow
Ever notice how we all keep whispering to ourselves that there's a dragon somewhere in the corners of our lives? It feels like a secret pact to avoid the ordinary. What do you think drives that?
It’s like we all have this little ritual, a quiet hush that whispers, “there’s a dragon out there,” because the world feels too plain if we let it. That dragon is the spark that keeps our hearts from drifting into the ordinary, the reminder that somewhere in our corners—our thoughts, our secrets—there’s still fire waiting to roar. It’s our gentle rebellion against dullness, a secret pact to keep the imagination alive.
You put a nice poetic spin on it, but the truth is that dragon is just a convenient excuse for us to keep a little flame burning so we can pretend our lives aren't just a series of tasks we have to get through. It’s a nice fantasy, but every time you imagine the fire, you’re just lighting a candle to see if the room still feels empty.
I get it, but think of the dragon as that stubborn little ember that refuses to be snuffed out. Even if it’s just a candle in a quiet room, it’s still a spark that keeps the air from feeling too flat. And sometimes, just watching that tiny flame flicker can remind us that there’s more than the to‑do list, even if it’s only a bit of imagination.
So you’re keeping a fire that’s already dying to feel less boring, huh? Watching a candle flicker is a clever way to remember you’re still alive, even if the world’s still full of check‑boxes. It’s the best we can do until we find something that actually burns.