Ink falls from a brush above the clouds.
The drops merge. They swirl. They become a dragon.
It spirals through the sunset. Its body flows like calligraphy. It rises — and writes itself into the sky.
Then dissolves into rain.
笔墨自云端倾泻而下。
墨滴汇聚，盘旋，化为一条巨龙。
它在夕阳中盘旋，身姿如书法般流畅。它腾空而起——将自己书写于天际。
随后，消散为雨。
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