Day 22

Fire-breathing dragons survived the gallant days. They reassembled their cellular design into human-like figures and began masquerading as harmless street-buskers, casting their will upon the masses, mesmerizing all through daring acts of temerity, ready to strike when the moment provided. At least until valiant bicycle cops rode by with joust in hand, helmets covering all but their eyes, casting a warning glance to the scaly beast that times have changed.