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Breathing heavily, her dragon heart could hardly remain within the confines of her chest cavity. Swallows in tree-trunks glanced back and forth, examining a tennis match between heart and ribs as they battled into the dusk. All the while the dragon roared with unexplainable rage and whipped her spiked tail about furiously, toppling over snowcapped mountains in its wake, as the heart tried to liquify itself to escape through the mouth, perhaps, or the veins, but this only made the blood pump faster, harder, more fiercely, which angered her more and more as the pain became unbearable and the skull pulsated rapidly, infecting the brain and turning the eyes lavender with death, as the dragon scratched her thought-beard and came up empty, like grains of rice passing through grubby fingers.

Soon, the shouting of all the world, for the dragon was indeed approximately the same size as a world, echoed up into her cavernous ears and uncomprehending blood-injected brain, as scaly and grotesque shimmery skin began ripping apart at belly-seams, the swollen heart protruding into atmosphere, gulping down breaths of toxic particles as it enlarged itself further, tearing the dragon in half as it flopped out onto heavenly concrete, beating all the while, dripping and covered with the dragon's familiar silver-splotched purple blood, which flowed out of her in a mighty waterfall of guts and soul, until after several hours she remained nothing more than a vacant, heartless shell, doomed to sprawl out amongst the universe eternally; only her dragon heart remained, dejectedly beating for six thousand eons until one day, during a cold December chill, it vanished into oblivion.