You feel tired.
Then a blackness...
Blackness slowly gives way to dancing figures clad in brilliant colors. As they swirl about smoke rises from a pit roast at the center of festivities. Then a man emerges from and walks forward. His jerken is a loose green his canvas pants are baggie and stop right below his knees. There is something small in his hands.
As he get nearer he is carring a partially carved figurine in one hand and a blade in the other.
He finds a seat at the base of the tree and carves bits and pieces off the hunk of wood. There is a puzzled and worried expression on his face. he stops his carving and looks up.
Its a dragon!
Blackness...
Weariness overwhelms you and the last thing you see as you collapse to the ground is the sad face of a dragon.
