The storm brought them both. The lightning does not choose sides. She holds her ground — teal robes billowing, one palm forward. Behind her the jade dragon coils through the thunderclouds, not threatening. Protecting. Cherry blossom petals fly through the lightning. She is not afraid of the dragon. She never was. 4K image + Midjourney v7 prompt → https://ko-fi.com/s/2c2df001bc














