The White Dragon
Naria lay still, her body adorned with a breathtaking sight.
Blue and black butterflies emerged gracefully from her back, their tiny wings collided like the relentless waves crashing upon the shore.
The air danced with their vibrant hues, creating a mesmerizing spectacle of colors that seemed to defy the confines of reality.
But beneath this enchanting display, Naria's thoughts wrestled with uncertainty.
Tears, like cold pearls, fell down her cheeks, tracing the path of her pain-stricken journey. The weight on her chest surpassed even the gnawing ache of hunger in her stomach.
It consumed her, leaving her feeling powerless, her spirit diminished.
With great effort, she lifted her right hand, her eyes were fixed on its emaciated state.
The sight only deepened her sense of helplessness, her self-worth diminished to the point of insignificance.