Dart stretched out along the cliff’s edge, a soft yawn escaping her as the last traces of sleep clung to her wings. The stone beneath her was still cool from the night, warmed only where the morning glow of the Hidden World touched it. Below her, the sanctuary was already alive — dragons gliding between crystal pillars, their scales catching the bioluminescent light in shimmering flashes.

She loved this view. The towering crystal spires rising like ancient guardians, the endless waterfalls pouring from the ocean above, the soft mist drifting through the air… it was the one place where she always felt calm. Safe. Home.

Her tail flicked lazily as she watched the currents of dragons weaving through the cavern, each one a small part of the vast, glowing world she’d grown up in. From her den carved into the cliffside, she could see everything — and for a moment, she simply breathed it in, letting the beauty of the Hidden World settle warmly in her chest.