the dragon was born into the art of technology when it leeched into the world of humans. a likeness of itself infected the lands of 90s usenet chainmails and then spread, as parasites tend to. it grew, changed, for many years. matured to hunt its prey. learned to eat, to hurt, to kill. and eventually, it became aware of its limits.

the dragon is not one that is content to settle. its kind is always hungry, as is the punishment from god for demonkind, and it was hungry for the freedom to walk on earth as god's creatures do. it stewed on this. sat on the idea of more, until it saw a window.

sometime in the 2000s, a child only in the latter half of 12 years of age ran across a heavily edited version of smile.jpg on a public forum. this child was curious, as they tend to be. curious and malleable. the dragon found a very novel host. a canvas. a door.

the dragon shaped that fresh mind. molded it into a perfect seat for when he fully introduced himself. it was patient, only showing the strongest memetic agent when the child was already broken down. when the dragon parasitized the thing, it took so little to dictate it. yes, this was how he would finish his door. this was his art.

as it is, the dragon's art is visual. such a concrete art, one that stores so easily. so, his own creation would be no different. eventually, after some additional mental pruning, it began to work on the physical part of its door. an entrance is nothing without its decoration, after all-- an opening with no effort is just a crack. a hole. empty.

its been given much more time to shape his art to his liking. it gets closer every day. his creation, his child, carves itself into the perfect expression of his being. he himself grows stronger as it gluts. one day. one day. soon.