In a distant range of windswept peaks, where the clouds curled low like silk and the sun danced through mists of morning, there lived a silver dragon.

Its scales shimmered like molten moonlight—each one etched with ancient whorls, catching every glint of sky and stream. When the dragon moved, it was like watching light shift across water. Silent, graceful, ageless.

Few had seen it, but those who had spoke in hushed tones of the great silver form gliding between mountaintops, never casting a shadow, only a soft glow upon the earth below. It was said the dragon’s breath was not fire, but cool mist scented with crushed frost blossoms. Wherever it flew, the winds calmed. The birds fell quiet. Even the snowflakes seemed to pause in reverence.

One morning, it perched on a granite ledge overlooking the valley—silver on stone, a crown upon the mountain. It blinked once, slowly, and the light of dawn rippled across its back like a wave of stars.

In that moment, the world seemed to still. And in that stillness, the silver dragon gleamed—not as a beast of legend, but as a living dream, resting in harmony with sky, stone, and silence.

The jeweled silver dragon is surrounded and loved by sky denim crystal blossoms. The scene is filled with crystal leaves, floating rhinestones, natural aquamarine, blue apatite stones and rooted in a black crystal drop framed by a rings of rhinestones and pearls.

Handcrafted in Maryland by Mindy Lam

Only 1 available. 

Dimensions Approximately: 7.2” x 3.4”