The Guardian Dragon
Acrylic Paints
Magdalena Radeva
In the beginning, there was no time, no earth, no sky—only flowing, pulsating energy. From it, in the depths of the first silence, the Guardian Dragon was born. His body was woven from fiery threads and falling stars, and every scale glowed like a piece of the setting sun. His eyes held the knowledge of a thousand worlds, and his breath—the whispers of countless ages.
He did not fly through the sky like the other dragons of fairy tales—he swam through the very fabric of the universes. He passed through worlds as if through doors: across blue crystal mountains, where the rocks had turned into living beings—aliens or humans; through cities where people spoke a language of light; through distant planets where aliens guarded the secrets of creation.
But the Dragon was not a conqueror—he was the thread that connected all realities. Every passage through the blue rock creatures left a spark that awakened in them the memory that they were part of something greater. Every contact with a human opened a door to dreams that had never been dreamed. The encounter with the aliens was an exchange of silent truths, understood without words.
Legend has it that if someone catches a glimpse of its flaming eyes in a moment of passing, they will understand the meaning of their life. But the Dragon never stays long in one place—because its path is eternal, and the worlds are endless.
And yet, somewhere in the pulse of time, it will return.
