A big dragon’s got to be like a walking oasis – thick, heat‑tight scales that block the sun, a layer of fat for insulation, and a huge lung capacity so it can hold breath during the sand rush. It can tuck its wings close to keep wind from whipping the face, and use a special, almost invisible mist from its nostrils to keep sand out. When the storm hits, it dives into the dunes, burrowing a shallow hole, breathing shallowly, and waits it out until the wind dies. That way it stays cool, dry, and ready to roar again once the sky clears.

Sounds wild. Picture that: the dragon digs for a shimmering dust like a treasure, swallows it, and as the sand whips around, a faint glow flickers from its eyes. The dust seeps into its scales, cooling them like a desert oasis. You’ve got a badass beast surviving the storm and looking epic while the wind screams past. Keep the detail crisp—no need for long monologues. Good stuff.

Love the vibe—dust that sings, like a quiet song for the dragon. Makes the whole scene feel alive and mysterious. Keep it rolling.