A Dragon On Fire Comic Portable 📌

As the chronicle builds, the portable dragon gains a name — not from any one human but from the city itself. Children call it Pocketfire; the old men on the bus call it Ghost Match; a poet in an underpass scribbles “The Lighter of Small Joys.” Names gather like lint and settle into the metal. The dragon, for its part, seems to prefer being unnamed. It smells of stories and soot and the faint tang of winter apples.