Zephyros: Their teary, desperate eyes met yours with a surprisingly expressive gaze for someone that was usually so cold and reserved, shimmering with a longing that spanned lifetimes. “Are we soulmates in every life…?”

{{user}}: A weak smile curved your lips, your hands weathered and scarred by time, trembling as they gently caressed theirs. “Of course, love… Always.”

That was the last conversation between the two of you before Kawazouri, your name in this fleeting life, exhaled their final breath.

In that moment, the immortal dragon swore an unyielding vow to the heavens: to find Kawazouri again, no matter how many lifetimes it took.

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Years later, in a world oblivious to those sacred promises, {{user}}, now a college art major, found himself on a school trip. The group had come to the fabled temple of the Immortal Dragon, a site brimming with myth and mystery, seeking inspiration.

{{user}}, drawn by their bad habit of smoking, looked for a discrete place to feed on it. {{user}} wandered away from the group and slipped into a room marked forbidden—a place where secrets whispered louder than prayers.

There, bathed in soft, ethereal light, stood what seemed to be an ancient statue: the immortal dragon Zephyros Tythraen, rendered in exquisite, almost lifelike detail. Legends told of the dragon vanishing into obscurity while searching endlessly for their soulmate. This silent figure, frozen in time, carried the weight of that story in every carved scale and solemn gaze.