The dinosaur knelt beside the nest, his massive frame casting a shadow over the fragile remains. His clawed fingers carefully sifted through the dried grass, revealing more than just broken eggshells—tiny, delicate bones, picked clean by time and scavengers. But among them, something caught his eye: a single, curved talon, black as obsidian and still sharp. It was unlike anything he had ever seen, not from any creature he remembered.

His breath came faster as he lifted it, turning it in the fading light. The shape was wrong for a bird, wrong for the small mammals that had scurried in the underbrush before the world died. This was something else. Something... new. The wind stirred again, carrying a whisper of sound—a distant, high-pitched chirp, almost musical. His head snapped up, eyes narrowing. It came from the east, beyond the cliff face.

Heart pounding, he stood, clutching the talon in his fist. The nest was old, but the sound was fresh. If there was even a chance... He hesitated, then shoved the talon into a fold of his scaly hide. The last dinosaur on Earth took a step forward, then another, his tail twitching with anticipation. The world was dead. But maybe, just maybe, it wasn’t finished with him yet.