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Gazing westward

"At the western shore they say lies a dragon, a true dragon not the likes of which has been seen since the conception of us dragonoids. It stares towards the boiling seas, westward, beyond the million isles past the horizon towards its home, the land of the dragons. It has stood there for such a long age that it has turned into stone, forever it has waited, and petrified forever more it will wait, for its kindred to come and bring it back to their home."