In the quiet clearing
a tiger sits, breath deep as mountains,
stripes resting in stillness.
Beside him, three cats gather—
tails curled like question marks,
eyes half-closed,
masters of the moment.
Above them coils a dragon,
ancient and weightless,
scales shimmering between clouds
and thought.
No one teaches.
No one learns.
The forest listens.
Purr, breath, and flame
fall into the same rhythm,
and for a while
even power forgets itself.
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