I Am a Dragon #Sparking Imagination with Three Prompts

I am a creature known as a dragon who has forgotten its name.

When humans see me, they all say in unison, "It's a dragon." In other words, although I am a creature called a dragon, no one, including myself, knows my name.

I have no fixed nest, and I change my sleeping spot from place to place. The ground is gradually developing, and buildings have become prominent. I have to find an empty lot to take a break. So, I fly over the building district again tonight, searching for a place to sleep. The buildings are bright again today. To me, they are equivalent to streetlights illuminating the night.

Moving away from the dense streetlights, I found a small, isolated light. It was a bit cramped to land, but I was intrigued by the way it glowed alone in the darkness.

I land as quietly as possible. The thing glowing nearby is far smaller than a building, and small even for a single house. The whole structure is open-air, and light was leaking out from it. A single human is standing nearby.
To think that there is a human outside in something that is open-air despite having a roof. Can they really survive the night in that?

The human notices me and beckons. Their expression is very cheerful. I approach with a thundering sound and peek in from the open side nearest to me. I ask the human about this thing, which seems to have nothing going for it but good ventilation.

“Is this a house?”
“No. This is what you call a food stall. It has wheels on both ends, see? I move it to wherever it's needed and do business.”

I see. Just as I search for a place to sleep, is this stall also searching for the place it needs to be? I asked various questions, full of curiosity.

According to the shopkeeper, this is a stall that sells the night. They set up in narrow alleys with little foot traffic and sell the night to those who are wandering. The nights they sell include nights of sleep, nights of study, and nights of passionate love; it seems their role is to listen to people's concerns and provide a night that suits the customer.

Since I had stopped by, I asked the human about a night that would suit me. At the same time, I ended up talking one after another about how I had forgotten my name and how I wander from place to place to sleep. This human is good at drawing out a conversation.

“It seems you would like to try being a human.”
“Me, a human?”
“Normally, it would suit you better to sleep quietly so as not to be found by humans. But you race through the night sky without fear, and above all, you have landed here.”

I had no idea what was normal for a dragon, but there was no doubt that I liked humans. I don't destroy things; I just watch over them, and if I find a good place, I sleep there. I lack for nothing. However, I had been curious about what kind of life the humans in the city lead.

The human points to the moon floating in the night sky and speaks.
“There is a door right where the moonlight hits. If you are interested, you should go.”

I flew near the moon and descended to the ground, following the moonlight. There, a door larger than myself appeared. A thin beam of moonlight was shining into the crescent moon keyhole of that door.

I felt that if I turned the doorknob, I would be able to see a new world on the other side. I don't know why I thought so. I just couldn't believe that the human was lying.

I remembered the words they said when I parted from that human.
“Try turning the doorknob. Your second way of life will begin.”

Without fear, I turned the doorknob and took a step toward the other side.

The owner of the stall selling the night looked up at the moon and muttered to himself.
“A dragon that has lost its name. Once it is full, somewhere else again.”

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🎈Prompt 1: 'A stall selling the night'
🐾Prompt 2: 'The crescent moon key'
⏳Prompt 3: 'A dragon that forgot its name'