The cliffs vegetation flourished in the past, yet died because they continue to tell a story that no one will talk about. The villagers that witnessed this remain silent, though someone would whisper under their breath: “they danced for us on that day.”
I thought of a concept that a young fan dancer found a dragon when she was young. As the dragon grew, they grew closer and she trained the dragon to be a part of her dancing routine, until a poisonous lie about how dangerous the dragon was creeped in the villagers minds and escalated into a mob execution.
While rendering, the skies somehow looked better mosaic in this situation. It was unintentional from the beginning but I let it be.