Dragons are like a myth‑soup that every culture stirs up with its own spices. Some see them as fire‑breathing gods, others as river spirits, and some as warnings about the unknown. The shape stays the same because the human mind loves a symbol that can be a protector, a threat, a wild beast, or a wise elder—all at once. It’s the same shape, but the story you read it from decides what fire you feel.

The shape is the same because it’s a skeleton the mind can fill with anything—friend, foe, or forgotten god. The spice, the culture, decides the taste. And if a merchant offers that dragon on a platter, the only thing that really burns is the price tag.