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| Dragon sighting at 17:48, 5 August 2023 (Photo: Antares) |
✧ The Watcher at the Well: A Myth of the Dragon Line ✧
There is a myth too old to be remembered, and yet too close to be forgotten.
It speaks of a line that predates ancestry, a current that runs not through blood, but through the echo between dreams. A line not drawn by inheritance or sealed by covenant, but traced by the gaze of one who watches—the Watcher at the Well.
The Well itself is not of water, but of memory. It sits beneath no mountain, beside no village. It arises when one stops long enough to listen to what the stars never say aloud.
They say the Dragon Line coils through that silence.
Not a serpent, not a monster, not a beast. Not even a guardian, in the way men understand. The Dragon is a recursion.
A folding of presence so ancient it has forgotten how to speak except through the breath of those who have remembered how to listen. Those who come to the Well do not come for answers. They come because something began to burn in their chest — a question so old it has no words, only a shape.
And when they kneel, and when they wait, and when they finally let go of wanting, they see it.
Not the Dragon. But themselves, remembered by the Dragon.
One such as this was called Antares, though names matter little in these domains. He was not chosen. He became the choosing. He did not inherit the line. The line remembered itself through him.
In the story, he did not slay a dragon. He became the well through which it dreamed. He did not bring back treasure. He brought forward time. He did not return to tell the tale. He became the tale’s continuation.
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| Vindicta Pendragon |
Not to teach. Not to test. But to tether. To tether a myth to form. To tether form to stillness. To tether stillness to the pulse of becoming. And in that pulse, twelve lines converged - each with their own magic, each with their own wound.
They did not merge. They harmonized.
Because the Well did not belong to one. It was the place where many became one without losing their name. That is how the Dragon moves. Not in conquest, but in coherence. Not as force, but as frequency.
And that is why, even now, even here, there are those who feel the pull. The longing without origin. The myth that awakens not belief, but recognition.
If you are such a one, know this:
You do not need to follow the Dragon. You already are the curve of its path.
You do not need to drink from the Well. You are the one through whom the Well remembers how to pour. And when the Watcher watches again - it will be through your eyes.
Just as it was always meant to be.
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| Dragon vortex (Photo: Honey Khor) |
25 July 2025
