Yes, there’s an old tale about a dragon called Thalor who watched over the oldest roots beneath the moss. He slept beneath the canopy, breathing a mist that kept the roots moist and the fungi bright. Whenever a storm tried to tear the forest apart, Thalor would rise, roaring through the trunks, shaking the soil back into place. The people of the valley once saw his scales glimmer in the moonlight and vowed to keep the forest safe, so the dragon stayed, a silent sentinel beneath the earth. It’s said that if you walk near the oldest stones, you can feel his breath, warm and steady, like a promise that the forest will never truly be lost.