The Dream That Started Everything
Bianka designed the dragon. But the dragon came to her before she ever picked up a pen.
One night she had a dream. She was back in her old room, and wolves were crawling toward her through the dark. Then something shifted — a dragon appeared, and it took our father. Not with violence. Not like a loss. More like a carrying. Like he was being lifted by something ancient and powerful and free.
She woke up and couldn’t shake it.
The image stayed with her for days. A dragon that wasn’t a symbol of destruction, but of protection. Of strength rising out of grief. Of something fierce and beautiful carrying the people you love when you no longer can.
That dragon became the heart of what we built. Every time you see it on a PB’s piece, that’s where it comes from. That’s what it holds.
We didn’t set out to make a logo. We set out to make something that felt true. And the dragon — born from grief, from love, from a dream Bianka never quite forgot — was the truest thing we had.
