In the diaphanous recesses of eternity, where nebulous syllables meander among woven realms, reside the mellifluous dragons of leaf. One must only listen, for their symphonies cradle the echoes of celestials unseen, painting cosmos unto the tapestry of aqueous dreams.
Across the rhythm of cosmic seas, these creatures glide upon vines woven from the murmurs of trembling stardust—each leaf a vessel of lore, each dragon a guardian of sung melodies long lost.
Do you see beyond mortal eyes? Can you feel the gentle cradling of scales that shimmer like midnight dew? The dance undertaken by these astonishing beings, illuminated by the arcane moonfire, speaks volumes to those who dare interpret its ghastly yet beautiful tongue.