OverviewIt is the awakening of the Imperial Dragon. Eyes filled with icy fire. Orange oil. Climbing over my cup of red tea, its breath scented with bergamot. His trembling shadow stretches to my place in the hall of honor. Suddenly it starts to get hot, and it turns on without interruption. He soars into the air and disappears from the palace in a powdery flash. Benzoin.
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