The scorching sun beat down on the cracked earth as a lone figure trudged through the barren wasteland. His scaly skin, once vibrant green, had faded to a dull olive, weathered by years of unrelenting survival. The last of his kind. The last dinosaur on Earth.

Tall and muscular, with a powerful tail that swayed for balance, he moved with deliberate steps, his sharp claws leaving deep imprints in the dry soil. His yellow eyes, slit like a predator's, scanned the horizon for any sign of life. But there was nothing—only dust, rock, and the oppressive silence of extinction.

A sudden gust of wind carried the scent of something unusual. Water? No, it was too faint. But it was something. His nostrils flared as he turned his head toward the source, his instincts prickling. The land was dead, but maybe—just maybe—not entirely. He hesitated, then adjusted his course, his massive body cutting through the heat like a relic of a forgotten age.