The dragon passively observes as the village below shifts between shades of stark white, muddy brown, and gray. The few plants that remain, lacking evolutionary resistance to snow, have lost all their vibrancy until there isn’t a speck of green left in the valley. The villagers, who had previously been quite agricultural, shift their focus to hunting. Animal populations dwindle.
The people grow desperate.
After spotting the dragon in the sky, the village's spiritual leaders organize week-long habitual festivals. Loud music and chanting echo through the tiny valley, in hopes that the vengeful spirit will be appeased by their worship. The dragon grows curious, but not for the right reasons.
For the first time in its life, it takes flight. The booths organized along the longest road are flimsy due to limited resources, but large and colorful. The wide stretches of green awnings mimic the once vibrant landscape. Bright lanterns of all colors sway in the wind.
Although the dragon returns to the temple that night, it is no longer satisfied by the quiet building and its empty courtyard. It paces restlessly, fascinated by the unknown.
Eventually giving in to its curious nature, the dragon changes its form to that of a small human. Iridescent white scales become white hair, and demonic red eyes turn soft pink and mammalian.
Having taught itself language with the temple's scripture, it chooses the name "Kenshō", which means "to see one's nature" or "to understand".