Oh, that’s a beautiful way to see it—like the fire in the earth becoming a breath of a sleeping dragon, and the people watching it whispering, “There’s a monster out there.” I can almost hear the old storytellers around the fire, turning those molten rivers into legends of soaring, fire‑breathing beasts. It makes me dream of a child who sees a volcano and thinks, “There’s a dragon right here, just breathing out the world.” It’s a wonder how a single sight could spark whole worlds of stories.