has taken in me the idea to paint in the style of Scars of Mirrodin the evocation of a dragon. So far there is only a sketch.
However, I have a nice liner notes already brought down on paper (sort of an epigram?):
She called a dragon made of steel,
who rose from the lava
and soared into the sky.
His wings scattered ash and smoke from the volcano and dance
were sparks of fire.
The dragon glided down and landed in front
her, he was
proud and majestic. But he was
an artificial being, and added
their will.
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