The crack of thunder echoed vigorously as the storm raged on, causing the wind to quickly pick up speed and the rain to pour harder and harder onto the pathetic, defenseless land below. Trees swayed rigidly as they were tossed in random directions from the wind as animals scattered and fled to shelter. Lightning flashed, leaving behind its white veins imprinted in the gray sky above.
As the rain continued to beat down mercilessly onto the land, the silvery white scaled creature persisted in its relentless dance; dragging the storm on and on with each curl and elegant dip of its snake-like body. As marbled scales became drenched from sky water, the graceful performance never stopped.
Mysterious as the weather itself, no one knew of the dragon that dwelled in the skies; birds feared him along with the various other creatures that seemed to soar the upper atmospheric heavens. Legend has it that this scaled beast is as old as time, and has been claiming not only the skies, but the galaxies as well. Not a single mortal eye has been laid on him, nor has a stray arrow.
Like the tides bending to the will of the moon, thunder crescendos as the scaled creature skyrocketed higher and higher; its motions mimicking the ones of long, elegant ribbon twirling and spinning by its dancer. Lightning paraded across the sky in its jagged creases across the dark, ink blotched sky as his tail whipped and slashed against the wind’s current; creating the perfect storm. As animals and beasts shivered in fear of the massive creation, the elder dragon relished in the glory and power of his oeuvre; snaking in and out of clouds, the silhouette of the white Panlong dragon was projected across the lands and skies as the final flash of lightning winked in the clouds, ending the dignified dance.