In the old story, Saint George slays a dragon and from the dragon’s blood a rosebush grows. The rose becomes a gift and a sign of love. In this new version, the dragon is not a monster but **loneliness**. It lives in care homes, in high-rise flats, in quiet villages and sometimes even in busy cities. It feeds on silence and the feeling of being forgotten. Every time someone reaches out with kindness, they are a small Saint George. They don’t carry a sword. They carry stories. Wherever the dragon of loneliness is pushed back, a **bush of flowers** sprouts in its place. At first the flowers are only potential. They are buds on a digital rosebush, a promise of something still to come.