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This was a great story! The imagery was fantastic. I loved the way you describe the machine and its inventor.
His dragon was a perfect machine. It was clockwork, warmed by a furnace in the depths of its chest like a beating, burning heart. It was a creature of steel and smoke, knitted together at the joints by loving hands and hope.
It slid serpent-like through the night, yielding to his every touch as if it and he were one and the same. The city stretched below them, a map of stars below smog nestled between harsh mountains. Factories belched poison into the air so far below. The wind was cool against its gentle wings.
This really does feel as though the dragon is a living creature, but I adore the opening lines. I can picture the machine.
He was an imperfect being. He was flesh, cooled by the need to survive that was etched in the darkest parts of his mind like ancient runes. He was skin and bone, torn apart deep inside by cowardly truth and determination.
I love the introduction of the inventor.
He clung child-like to the back of dragon, trusting its wings to keep them aloft as if he weren't the one who'd built them and knew them more than anything. The sky pressed down on him, insistant and inevitable like the weight of the dead in the graveyard. The mountains offered refuge so far away. The rain stung his cheeks.
The imagery here is great. I love how the scenery is impacted by the inventor's emotions.
Overall, this was an interesting story. The descriptions were great, and I loved the ending.
Valkyria
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