[there's the narrowest gap between its wings and neck to go through, and it breathes ice down its own back at you...

you do make it through, perhaps a little buffeted and frostbitten, but alive. the dragon is furious, twisting around on itself, tangling itself in the chains.

there's a weird spread of buildings here (buildings underground...?) sort of shadowy and half-formed, half-conceptualized lumps; there's darkness beyond them. the crying is coming from the building in the middle.]