He saw a creature of sinuous azure curves rush down a great River, sweeping away anything close to shore with the great wave that preceded it. 

He saw a creature of stark icy grace resting upon a mountain covered in snow.

He was blurry faces, flashing, changing, and heard strange sounds. He felt, felt, felt...

He saw a creature of glowing molten might erupt with a volcano. A Dragon.

Where had ...

He saw a dragon of countless colours glide through mist and illuminate everything around it in otherworldly light.

He saw strange places, which seemed oddly mundane compared to the wonders of nature he had witnessed. And oddly square. 

He saw a Dragon of simple green and brown glide through the ground of a forest without disturbing it and another of majestic purple dancing with the storms. 

They were coming faster now, rushing by and turning from great creatures with their own stories into morphing blobs of light.

He was in a place that was oddly familiar, seeing weird blobs of color. All was slowly changing.

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He saw many blobs of cifferent colours, flashes of clarity in the chaos of his dreams. 

He was dreaming. 

One flash came to him with overwhelming clarity. He could taste the salt of ocean water on his tongue, feel the static of lightning in his bones. Blue and Purple were intertwined and red was flowing between them.

The were bleeding. 

The familiar places were oddly comforting. The change here was slow and the blood that had been filling the borders of his vision could not taint them. He was happy.

And then he was screaming and fighting and bleeding and countless colours and scenes slowly faded into the blood that consumed everything. 

He was at peace. He was happy, as countless colours and scenes slowly faded into the darkness that consumed everything.

An image, clear unlike any other burned behind his eyes. A great place, round and filled with countless colourful Dragons of all shapes and sizes. Happiness. 

The same place, empty and forlorn. Home. Despair. 

And as he woke, he knew he would never forget it.

As the dreams faded, he found himself in Darkness. A part of him was unnerved by it. Memories of screams and fear clawing at his mind. Another was convinced it knew exactly where he was. 

It told him break the barrier keeping him contained and so he did. And with a great crack, something wet started entering his darkness. 

The frightened part of him became even more scared, while the other was as calm as it was smug. And so he followed it's instincts. He cracked his prison further, and as the cool wetness slowly engulfed him, he simply swam right through it.

And not long after, his snout breached the surface of his wet womb and his eyes opened, double eyelids letting the light in for the first time. 

And it was beautiful. 

Above shone the noon sun, illuminating the bright green leaves of the forest in the distance. And around him grew colourful grasses and flowers. He took a deep breath and all kinds of unknown smells filled his nostrils. 

And while part of him parsed the smells for anything edible, the other simply wondered about this vibrant new world he had found himself in. And for a while he just stayed there. A small mud covered head poking out of a swamp.

Until at last, hunger called on him to move.