A colossal dragon, its scales formed from glistening shards of blood orange rind, slumbers within the molten core of a shattered citrus sun. Its wings, composed of translucent, pulsing membranes, curl protectively around its glowing hoard—pools of golden nectar that shimmer like liquid fire. As it breathes, the air trembles with a soft fizz, sending gentle ripples of carbonation through the surrounding atmosphere. Above, the sky is an endless swirl of ruby-red and burnt gold, fractured as if reality itself has been squeezed too hard. Fragments of glowing orange peels drift through the air like celestial confetti, dissolving into sparks before they hit the ground.blood orange style