The Seedwing Dragon, a majestic serpentine creature woven from the shells of walnuts, almonds, and pecans, spirals through a storm- lit sky above Arboris, a sprawling metropolis rooted in ancient trees and woven from living wood. Its iridescent scales, crafted from polished cashews and pistachios, shimmer with natural hues of gold, amber, and deep green, catching the storm’s light like a mosaic of earth’s treasures. Lightning streaks across its sinuous form, illuminating intricate patterns of ancient Chinese calligraphy—symbols of immortality and destiny—carved into its seed- studded body, glowing faintly as if imbued with the life force of the forest. Its piercing eyes, twin orbs of polished acorn caps, scan the city below, where bioluminescent fungi and holographic projections flicker across bark- covered skyscrapers. Rain cascades down the organic skyline, pooling in the cobblestone streets below, reflecting the soft glow of the city’s perpetual motion. The dragon’s wings, vast and intricate, are a latticework of maple seeds and pinecone scales, catching the storm’s wind with a soft, whispering rustle. Below, Arboris thrives, a fusion of nature and ingenuity, where rivers of sap flow alongside streams of data, and the hum of life pulses through every branch and beam. The Seedwing Dragon, a guardian of this wooden wonder, watches over its domain, a living symbol of harmony between the wild and the cultivated