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#Repost @myreaart πππππ’π§π π’π§ ππ‘π πππ¬ππ«π In the dusty desert, where the sun blazed relentlessly, Daenerys Targaryen walked alone. Her long golden hair danced in the wind, and her eyes, the color of a violet amethyst rose, searched for signs of life. And then, from behind a dune, she saw it β a dragon. Not a small one like the ones she had raised, but a colossal creature, as massive as a mountain. Its scales were black, like the night, and they glimmered with reflections of fir
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