"...my mirror-eyed friend. As I lay here, staring into the unreachable sky of your Tall forest, I am remembering the old days, before I was a dragon, but you were already so much of one. You were my wings, when mine were too weak to carry me. The darkness and deadly silence of the woods would step back as you approached. And you were kind.
now... I know you’re around. And the next hit I take from you will be my last. So, please, if there’s anything left in you, leave me be. I’ve learned my lesson. I will never walk into your Tall forest again. Forgive me, silent-wings.