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Here Lies the Snow Leopard...
...curled, covered, camoflauged in the deep snow of the Himalayas; wrapped in her tail is an old weathered book - faded and cracked leather binding, pages flimsy with age peeking out from the cover.
"I came for the book" you say.
The Snow Leopard scoffs, breath misting the frozen air in an irritated huff. "So you have," she sighs.
She unfurls her thick protective tail, slowly, as if the action pains her; and in a way it does - to reveal this tightly kept secret to you.
You bow to her gratefully - you've ached to uncover the book for so long now...
You pick it up gingerly, as if cradling a limp sleeping baby. Finally! The mystery is right in your own hands.
Tenderly, you lift the worn cover and read...
from the dragon
Dear Prince of Poetry,
How cruel you are to tempt me with your regal face. For I am not some fair maiden, I am an immense disgusting dragon. And a dragon may never court a prince, no matter how much it may wish to, it simply goes against the laws of nature. A dragon is doomed to be forever dark and grotesque, hated and feared by most, while you - sweet prince - will be forever etched in my memory as the handsomest of them all, and I do not need a magic mirror to tell me that. Precious wishes, my most lovely. It is my deepest hope that your light is preserved.
Forever love,
the Dragon of Despair
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