Space Jumping

The small dragon in my closet guards its tiny pot of gold. I look at him with black gloves that see through to the emptiness of space. I held, one day, my hand to my eye, and witnessed what the mirror could never speak of. I was told of possibility and devastation, of that which I never had and that which I do not know. I took my eye and flipped it around and scoured it for three weeks. My belly grumbled and my stomach turned, my veins pumped shards of ice. I am entering the world of another, their dragon my soul to guard. If I am to emerge any better, fly with his strange creature I must try. I do not know what to do, how to do, or where to do, but I have aimed and am gathering momentum. Space shifts and time jumps, I must do this on my own.