Riding upon the ray, I suddenly came upon a desolate land. Surrounded were crumbling walls and toppled towers. Nothing remained but a scene of utter ruin and desolation. I turned to the wandering soul beside me and asked, "Do you know where we are? It is so barren."
They replied, "This is the Wasteland. Since the day I came to this realm, it has been like this, seemingly the remnants of a divine war. Though broken and forlorn, this place harbors many strange beasts."
We dismounted and stepped onto this land. A wondrous steed appeared before us, with the head of a hound and the body of a horse, wings on both sides, pure white all over, and its scales shimmering.
The wandering soul said, "This is the Dragon Steed, said to carry the blood of dragons. It can soar through the heavens and dive to the depths, traversing a thousand miles in but a breath." And with that, they quietly mounted one and rode away.
I, too, tried to approach one. Yet it was wary, as though it could peer into human hearts, and kept its distance from me.