Pyris floated in the endless void, the darkness stretching infinitely in every direction. Yet, before him, the colossal form of a golden dragon shimmered like a beacon of ancient power, its presence overwhelming and divine. The light radiating from the dragon's scales was almost blinding, yet Pyris couldn't tear his gaze away.
He could feel its energy pulsing through the void, a force so potent that it seemed to vibrate within his very bones.
But something about the dragon was different from what he had imagined. Its massive form was feminine, its eyes sharp yet wise, holding an ageless grace. Its wings were vast, each feathered scale glistening like molten gold in the dark expanse.
Its body, though powerful and muscular, had an elegant, almost regal form, as if it had once ruled over realms Pyris could only dream of.