However, it helped convince me to keep the liquid contained within my mouth for as long as possible. Sometimes, they turn into a story, but mostly they remain trapped inside my brain. Thankfully, wave after wave of it passed through me, warming me up for the second time in minutes. I watched it come to life, letting the rest of the world fade away. But even with his girlish color, I could tell the mythical creature was a male. After almost a full minute, he folded his wings. Simply captivated. He was. I froze. The artist was long gone and only the dragon now remained. I wondered why until I remembered something. By then, the dragon was furiously trashing about. However, it helped convince me to keep the liquid contained within my mouth for as long as possible.
