Harbor of the Dragon‑Prowed Dawn

Along the timbered pier, where salt wind tangles with smoke from the morning fires, the settlement stirs — traders calling, shields clattering, ropes tightening on the dragon‑headed ship as sunlight breaks through the clouds like a quiet omen. Men and women move with the rhythm of a world built on tide and timber, their breath rising in the cold air while mountains watch in solemn silence, guardians of a day shaped by work, water, and wandering horizons.