The oldest songs claimed dragons were born from starlight.

Not from earth. Not from flame.

From the spaces between constellations where the wind learned its first name.

They were never monsters.

Only misunderstood by those who feared things too beautiful to control.

Katsuki lost his home when he was naught but a whelp barely out of his hatchling scales. Until a star kissed girl helps him grieve and grow despite it. Until smoke rises from the fallen mountain once more. Is Vihara truly lost? Or have the dragons simply been hiding.