Prompt:
The ancient, primordial, moon-dusted, and eternally vigilant mountain range, specifically the majestic central peak, which, during the spectral and deepening twilight hours of the autumnal equinox, when the last, lingering slivers of sun-blood bleed across the horizon and the full, obsidian-hued celestial sphere begins its slow, inexorable ascent, becomes utterly and terrifyingly indistinguishable from the colossal, slumbering silhouette of a gargantuan, terrestrial wyrm, one whose incredibly thick, armor-plated hide of granite and basalt, studded with jagged, crystalline quartz formations, perfectly mimics the hardened, battle-scarred scales of a creature of immense, devastating power, possessing a distinctly serpentine ridge-line that undulates like a coiled spine culminating in a craggy, horned summit resembling a draconic skull, its vast, shadowed slopes forming the immense, folded wings, and its deepest, crevasse-ridden valleys appearing as the cavernous, fire-scorched gullet of a beast whose breath could once reshape continents, all of this shrouded in a preternatural mist that clings to the lower flanks, evoking the steamy, sulfuric exhalations of a creature rousing from an eon-long, mythic sleep, rendering the entire landscape a breathtaking, terrifying, and profoundly ambiguous tableau of geological marvel and primeval, draconic might.
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