"Tornado" by Hajime Namiki

Everything goes round and round, a long path, a slender serpent. Sharp spikes along the back like thorns on a rosebush. Scales, more like sequins than armor. I am too enamored by his beauty to be afraid. Besides, he's smiling and about to toss a ball.

Blue and gold, so regal and rare, with just a bit of red. But is this all the view I'm given? So limited, like looking at a sunset through a keyhole.