The dinosaur hesitated only a moment before making his decision. With a powerful push, he leapt down from the rocky outcrop, landing with a thud that sent dust swirling around his massive legs. The glimmer in the east pulled at him like a beacon, and he set off at a steady, ground-eating pace. His muscles moved with efficient grace, his tail swaying to counterbalance his weight as he navigated the uneven terrain.

The journey stretched on as the sun dipped lower, painting the sky in hues of orange and red. The air grew cooler, but the metallic scent grew stronger, mingling with something else—something acrid and unfamiliar. His scales prickled with unease, but curiosity drove him forward. He was the last, but he would not go quietly into oblivion.

As night began to fall, the source of the glimmer finally came into view: a massive, jagged structure of twisted metal, jutting from the earth like the bones of some colossal beast. Strange, angular shapes protruded at odd angles, reflecting the dying light. The dinosaur slowed, his nostrils flaring as he took in the scent of oil, rust, and something... alive. Not like him. Different. Alien.

A low, mechanical hum vibrated through the ground, and his eyes narrowed. This was no natural formation. Something had been here. Something had built this. And if it was still here... he was no longer alone.