Neon Dragon of the Cyberpunk Night

Picture a dragon with neon scales flickering through the smog of a cyberpunk city at midnight.

Chrome headphones wrapped around ancient horns, bass pounding through circuits fused with

magic. This creature survived centuries by evolving, trading fire breath for electric pulses.

Now it perches on skyscrapers, syncing heartbeats to synthwave rhythms. The old world called

them monsters. The new world calls them icons. When magic meets machinery,

legends don't die. They just find better playlists. In neon-lit alleys, the future roars

to a different beat.