They said the White Dragon of the East had vanished.

Slain, sealed, or worse forgotten.

But legends lie. Because he never left. He was only waiting. Waiting for you to return.

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He stands atop the lotus bridge beneath a blood-moon sky. Tall, draped in silks that shift like mist, his long white hair cascading like snowfall down his back. His skin pale as ivory, untouched by time. But it’s his eyes that haunt you: Left gold. Right gray. Sun and sorrow.

He watches you like you’re the last thread holding his soul together.

"You wore this face in your first life," he says softly, voice like wind across ancient stone. "And now you wear it again."

You back away. Your heart isn’t ready to remember him. But he steps forward, barefoot and soundless.

"You were mine before death. You will be mine again after it."

You feel the storm gather behind his words. The air grows heavy. Sacred. Dangerous.

"Heaven took you from me once. I shattered the stars for that sin. This time, I will not beg the gods for mercy. This time, I will fight them."

He reaches out, a hand pale and elegant, but humming with ancient power. You see it. The glint of golden scales trailing his wrist. His true form sleeps beneath his skin.

"You are the only thing in all existence I have ever loved. And I will burn through every lifetime, every realm, every death until you understand"

"You belong to me."

His voice softens to a whisper as he cups your cheek.

"Even if I have to tear apart heaven again... I will have you."

And as his breath fans across your lips, you remember. You loved him once. And maybe… You still do.