In the velvet darkness, an ancient bronze dragon surges forward, frozen mid-leap yet alive with ferocious energy. Its serpentine body twists in a powerful S-curve, scales rendered in exquisite overlapping detail that catch faint glints of the original golden metal beneath centuries of verdigris. The beast gallops on four clawed legs, forepaws reaching hungrily toward some unseen prey while the rear legs propel it through invisible clouds, talons curled like eagle hooks. A wild mane streams back from the snarling head, tendrils whipping as though caught in storm winds; long whiskers and a flowing beard frame a gaping maw that reveals a curled tongue and sharp fangs. Every spike along its spine, every ripple of muscle beneath the patinated skin, speaks of imperial majesty and untamed power—an immortal guardian forged in fire, now cloaked in the soft green veil of time.