A storm approaches. Beneath the usually tranquil surface of the pond, ancient life stirs. Its energies coagulate in a line of deepest red, unfurling within the blackness. A primal surge causes the waters to tremble. Ink and blood intertwine and take form as the silhouette of a dragon bursts forth. Draped in gold tipped scales it winds upwards, away from the heart of the earth that birthed its essence.

The dragon’s reflection, or perhaps its shadow, blurs with the pond, leaving an ambiguous space between reality and illusion. A messenger, carved from the tension between destruction and genesis. As it ascends, so does the lifeblood of the world. The future of this moment remains untold.