Deep within the forests, where shadows dance and secrets linger, lies a forgotten prophecy. It speaks of a wyrm of immense power, whose scales with the colors of dawn. This creature will bring a time ofgreat change. Some believe it represents hope, while others whisper that it is the guardian of an age of magic. Whispers of an Ancient Kingdom

Upon the windswept peaks where crimson dyes touch the sky, the ancient dragon stirs. Its scales gleam like emerald under the watchful gaze of the moon, and its eyes shimmer with the wisdom of ages. For within its heart beats a pulse that echoes forgotten secrets, whispered through the rustling leaves to those who dare to listen. These tales are fra