It sat in the distance, atop its pile of trinkets, taunting me. Even from across the street, I could smell its evil stench, a mix of ash and sulfur often blamed on the local waste plant.
I tripped, but quickly scrabbled to my feet, grasping for my fallen glasses. Without them, the world was so green, clean and pure…and fake. Definitely fake.
A curious teenager offered my glasses, completely unaware of the chaos around her.
“Are you okay?” she asked, and when I equipped my glasses, I knew it was not.
For the dragon was right behind her.