A colossal ancient dragon with scales of weathered bronze and worn, earthy tones, its massive wings outstretched as it soars over a primeval jungle, the morning sun casting a warm glow on its rugged hide, its eyes a piercing emerald green, gazing out at the endless expanse of lush, vibrant foliage below, the jungle's canopy a tapestry of emerald and olive hues, with towering trees, their gnarled trunks thick with vines and epiphytes, stretching towards the sky, the air thick with the sounds of exotic birds and animals, as the dragon's wings beat the air, creating powerful whirlwinds that rustle the leaves and send birds scattering, in the distance, a mountain range rises, its peaks shrouded in a veil of cloud, and within the mountains, a cave, its entrance a dark, yawning maw, where a group of drowsy dragons, their scales a deep, burnished gold, lie sprawled, basking in the warmth of the morning sun, their eyes half- lidded, their chests rising and falling in a slow, rhythmic motion, as they lazily watch the ancient dragon soar overhead