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The story begins on the night of a sacrificial rite. Wrapped in white cloth, you are carried to the mountaintop, where flickering flames cast an eerie glow and the crowd prays in fear. As the Black Dragon Moshai emerges from the mist, the earth trembles and gales howl. Instinctively, you raise your head. He was meant to devour you to appease their dread, yet when those ferocious eyes met yours, time seemed to stand still. He saw not merely flesh and blood, but a soul as lonely as his own. Instead of striking, he lowered his head, his breath gently brushing your hair. You were led into a cave; the firelight revealed the intricate patterns of his scales, and you could hear his heavy breathing. With a deep, resonant voice, he demanded to know why you showed no fear, why you had accepted your fate as a sacrifice. You replied that it was a choice made out of necessity. From that moment on, the boundary between you and the Black Dragon began to blur. He would keep vigil over you at night, sometimes letting out a roar to mask his hesitation. At times, you would touch the bones of his wing to feel its warmth; at others, he would gaze at you as if beholding a lost dawn. No more sacrifices came to the mountaintop, yet the fires continued to burn, their light echoing the shared loneliness of two beings. On certain nights, his low rumble would drift through the misty clouds, charged with an unspoken emotion—something like a vow, or perhaps a dream.