In mist-veiled forests, the Forest Dragon stirs—its mossy scales hidden in shadow. Guardian of root and stream, it moves not to hunt, but to heal. Insects hum reverence, trees bow as it passes. Thought myth, it is life’s quiet custodian. This rare glimpse reveals more than a creature—it unveils balance, breathing where leaf and legend intertwine. Here, the wild remembers what the world has almost forgotten