Dragon-Prowed Wreckage

The submerged remains of an ancient vessel, its dragon-shaped prow jutting from the dark waters as a grim reminder of mythic warfare. The weather-beaten wood curves into sharp fangs, its scales weathered to bleached ridges by time and tide. A gaping maw gapes open where the dragon’s jaw splits, suggesting a treasure long since plundered or a beast that never rested. The wreckage barely breaches the surface, half-sunk to conceal its secrets beneath still, blackened water. As Prozorov’s boat glides beneath the arch, the wreck’s silhouette blurs in the rising mist, its silent presence throttling momentum with unspoken dread.