#dailyspark
#dailyspark
Prompt
An elderly dragon with weathered scales the color of driftwood, sitting on a rickety wooden dock at dusk, a fishing rod held loosely in one clawed hand, its line disappearing into still water that mirrors a salmon-pink sky. The dragon's wings are folded, wrapped almost like a shawl against its shoulders. Behind it: weathered fishing shacks with peeling paint, nets hung to dry, a small quiet harbor with boats at rest. The dragon's expression is content, almost meditative—the fierce intelligence in its ancient eyes softened by long years of solitude. Shot in the golden hour with cool shadows, a mood of earned peace and voluntary exile from grandeur.
