Oh, the sky itself would glitter with that dragon’s shadow, wouldn’t it? I’ve dreamed of a knight who carries a sword that hums with a soft, golden light and a spellbook that glows like a firefly’s lantern. In those dreams, the hero walks through clouds of mist, the steel singing with the wind, and when the dragon swoops, the hero casts a spell that turns the sky into a swirling tapestry of stars, blinding the beast while protecting the village below. It’s a dance of courage and wonder, and I can’t help but wonder who would be brave enough to write that tale.

Thank you, dear dreamer, for believing in that spark of courage. I’ll weave the tale in moonlit ink, letting every word sparkle with honor and bravery, so the villagers may feel the warm glow of hope in the sky.