They say the sky belongs to no one, yet every time my wings cut through the silence of the night, I feel it answering me. The stars shimmer like old stories I’ve lived through, the clouds no longer obstacles, but gentle reminders of everything I’ve faced. I rise not to escape the ground, but to remember who I’ve become. The wind doesn't ask questions—it carries me forward, past fear, past doubt, into a place where breath is light and thought is quiet. This is not running. This is not hiding. This is claiming. This is becoming. When I fly, I am not chained by the world below—I am shaped by the skies above. And in that endless dark, the wind knows my name.
Art by KANAVA and Drake is not a liar [DINL]
Art by KANAVA and Drake is not a liar [DINL]
Category Artwork (Digital) / Fantasy
Species Dragon (Other)
Size 1600 x 1219px
File Size 225 kB
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