The lamp hums softly, the shoji doors glowing pale gold. Tohru stands with her twin tails swaying, horns catching the light. There’s no fire here, no battlefield — only the quiet, overwhelming warmth of a dragon who found her home.
灯りは静かに揺れ、障子は淡い黄金に輝く。双つの髪が揺れ、角は光を映す。ここに炎も戦場もない――あるのは家を見つけた竜の圧倒的な温もりだけだ。