Dragon in the Lagoon

While the city freezes in the evening sweat and the asphalt is still warm from the sun, somewhere between the exhalation of the wind and the sway of the water, he appears - the one who knows the way. Not loud, no special effects. It just floats - almost a mirage, almost a dragon. And he whispers - not out loud, but directly into the chest. This is not about control, this is about trust. Because sometimes the only compass is someone's shadow in the glare of the water and the feeling that not everything is lost. Even if it seems - well, that’s all.