Tonight, under the vast expanse of the equinox sky, I stand atop this ancient peak, my obsidian scales gleaming in the distant fires of the stars, the absence of the moon seen, but not felt. The air hums with energy, not just of this world, but of the cosmos itself; planets aligning, stars pulsing, their celestial breath weaving through the thin veil between realms. I feel it all, a cosmic current surging through me, infusing my very scales, my blood, my essence.
The energy is alive, electric, as though the universe itself has reached down to touch me. It gathers within, a radiant ball of power, swirling and growing until it feels as though I might burst with it. I open my maw, and it spills forth. No fire, not as destruction, but as something older, something tied to the stars themselves. A breath of the cosmos, a shimmering exhale that carries the whispers of distant worlds.
I am a daughter of Gaia, yes, but tonight, I am also a child of the stars. The forests, mountains, and oceans below mirror the vastness within me, their beauty reflected in my form, their strength coursing through my veins. I am of this earth, yet I am also of the heavens, a bridge between the two, humbled by the grandeur of both.
The celestial skies watch over me, their gaze heavy with ancient knowing. They remind me there is more, there is always more. A task, a purpose, something greater than the fire in my chest or the wind beneath my wings. I feel it in the energy that thrums through me, in the way the stars seem to lean closer, as if whispering secrets meant only for me.
I must tread carefully tonight. The power within me is not just my own. It is borrowed from the cosmos, from the thin places where the worlds touch. My words could carry weight beyond my intent, my emotions flaring like comets if I let them. So I hold them close, tempering my fire with the wisdom of the skies.
I am humbled. I am proud. I am small beneath the vastness of the night, yet I am also mighty, for I carry the essence of both earth and stars. Tonight, I stand as a guardian of this balance, a steward of the energy that binds all things. And as the celestial bodies bear witness, I embrace it all: the fire, the restraint, the cosmic breath that ties me to something far greater than myself.
The weight of my existence settles upon me like the mantle of the night itself, heavy with meaning, alive with purpose. I feel it now. The sharp clarity of what I am, a creature of fire and sky, of earth and storm. Yet with it comes the ache of what I was, the shadows of a past self that lingers like the last embers of a dying flame. The equinox cradles me in its balance, the world turning slowly from light into dark, and in this transition, I find my strength. The night does not take. It gives. It reminds me of who I am, of the power coiled within this form, this magnificent, fearsome, divine form that Mother Nature herself has shaped for her will.
I bow my head, not in submission, but in reverence. “Cradle me,” I whisper to the wind, to the trees, to the stones beneath my talons. “Remind me.” And she does. The earth hums beneath me, the air wraps around me like a lover’s embrace, and the fire in my veins roars in answer. I am her dragoness, her blade and her song, her storm and her silence. This body, these wings, these claws; they are not mine alone. They are hers, lent to me for a purpose, and I obey with a joy that burns brighter than any flame, with a hope that stretches as wide as the horizon.
Above me, the stars shimmer, their light not cold, but inviting. They beckon me upward, not as a stranger, but as kin. I feel the pull of them, the promise of something vast and eternal. The equinox is a threshold, a breath held between what was and what will be. As the last light of day surrenders to the dark, I spread my wings, feeling the shift within me. One life fading, another rising from its ashes.
I ascend.
The air grows thinner, colder, but I am not afraid. The stars welcome me, their energy weaving through my scales, their whispers filling my mind. I am no longer just of the earth, nor just of the sky. I am of the in-between, the sacred space where all things begin and end. The pain of what I was dissolves into the night, transmuted by the alchemy of this moment. I am reborn in the dark, in the silence, in the endless embrace of the cosmos.
Here, I am not just a dragon. I am a daughter of the turning world, a guardian of the balance, a spark of the divine fire that binds all things. And as I soar higher, joining the celestial dance, I know this truth with every fiber of my being: I am exactly where I am meant to be. The old life fades like the setting sun, and the new one begins with the rise of the stars.
I become.