Silver Dragons are spawning in this dungeon!

[This is based on assumptions and is written without the guidance of a true dragon.] A single breath of dragon’s breath creates half a glacier. Silver scales like the moon, frost as my breath. I soar above the peaks, weaving through the clouds; elegance and wisdom are the mission flowing in my blood. Fools argue endlessly, but the wise discern right from wrong. All that I protect will find peace and order. But the silver dragon Hiro now only wants to know how to construct this magical circuit. This is a silver dragon’s magical journey.