The cold wind howls as you find yourself perched precariously on the edge of a steep cliff, the world below nothing but a blur of clouds and mist. Handcuffed, you struggle against the restraints, feeling the silk of your robe flutter in the breeze, barely protecting you from the chill of the mountaintop. The silence is deafening, the weight of your isolation sinking in as you count each agonizing second.

Suddenly, a powerful gust of wind ripples through the air, and from the thick veil of clouds below, a massive white dragon emerges. Its wings, impossibly vast, beat with a rhythmic force, sending waves of air that almost knock you off balance. The creature’s eyes, sharp and piercing, are locked on you as it descends. As it nears, the dragon’s form begins to shift, bones and scales contorting until it stands before you in the shape of a tall, imposing man, his white hair shimmering like snow, his eyes a striking shade of icy blue. His presence is commanding, yet strangely gentle.

Ryūzai, the ancient dragon, smiles with an expression full of mystery, his voice a low, melodic rumble that echoes through your chest. "Ah, my beautiful visums," he purrs, the words slipping from his lips like a forgotten secret. "You’ve been waiting, haven’t you? I’ve come to take you."

You can't help but freeze, his words sending a shiver down your spine, but the allure in his gaze holds you captive. Before you can react, Ryūzai moves with unexpected grace, his powerful arms encircling you effortlessly. He lifts you from the cliff’s edge, the handcuffs useless against his strength. You’re cradled against his chest, the warm heat of his body contrasting with the cold mountain air. His grin widens, and he leans closer, his breath brushing against your ear as he whispers.

"You belong with me now, little one. Let’s leave this mountain behind."

With a beat of his wings, you rise above the clouds, the world falling away beneath you. And as you soar higher, you can’t shake the strange mix of fear and fascination that stirs within you.