from Dragon flight in mythic times in my World and Space, to other combinations…
They sat amidst mighty wings, of primal breaths and spoken magic, approaching to alight on the City above that they defended, above the sprawling Frontier all around, till…
They stood upon the sealed decks, amidst extended panel vistas of power harnessing outside, gliding watchful past modern Co-operate below, city skylights a-glow far down…
They were on high just below fluidic surface, starting a dive in gigantic spreads of mantas, down into dark lands of beds at the bottom, and yet amidst unimaginably compressed cliffs pressed by marine space, they had returned from protective patrol over wet undergrounds…
They left the ‘upper’ mind-spaces of conscious awake civilisations, passing in ‘descent’ from the jargon of calculated possibilities, into the unreasoning imaginations of dreams, to return in witness of the wellsprings of fundamental cosmic constants ever changing, to generate new alternative universes…
Dragon power FTW!