The world is fresh and wild, untouched by human hands. Gigantic trees tower above, their leaves glistening with dew, and the air hums with the calls of unknown creatures. At the water’s edge, the ground trembles—the first signs of movement in this ancient land.
A herd of brachiosauruses lumbers through the trees, their long necks swaying as they reach for leafy branches high above. Each step sends ripples through the water, startling smaller reptiles that scuttle away into the undergrowth. The air is filled with the deep, rhythmic sounds of their breathing and the soft rustle of leaves.
A lone tyrannosaurus emerges, scales shimmering gold and green in the light. Its massive head turns, nostrils flaring as it picks up the scent of the herd. The ground vibrates with anticipation, each creature aware of the lurking danger.
A young triceratops stumbles in the chaos, separated from its mother. It looks around, wide-eyed and trembling, as the predator closes in. The ground becomes a blur of pounding feet, snapping branches, and cries of fear and fury.
The triceratops’s mother charges, horns lowered, determination shining in her eyes.
"Stay away from my child!"
The tyrannosaurus hesitates, facing the united wall of giants, before retreating with a frustrated snarl.
The young triceratops finds its mother, and together they rejoin the others, safe once more beneath the ancient trees. Above them, pterosaurs wheel and dive, their shadows dancing on the ground—a reminder that in this world, survival belongs to the brave and the united.
