The last dinosaur moved cautiously, his powerful muscles tensed as he circled the strange metallic structure. The ground crumbled under his weight, sending small avalanches of dust down the slight incline. His claws scraped against the metal as he inspected the smooth surface, finding no seams or cracks—just an unbroken shell that defied his understanding.

A low vibration thrummed through his bones as he neared what might have been a door, marked by strange angular symbols that glowed faintly blue. He pressed a claw against it, but nothing happened. Frustration coiled in his chest. Whatever this was, it was not meant for him. Or was it?

Then, without warning, a panel slid open with a hiss, revealing a dimly lit corridor. The hum grew louder, vibrating the air around him. His instincts screamed at him to flee, but curiosity—something rare in this dead world—rooted him in place. Yellow eyes narrowed, he hesitated. This was either a trap... or a revelation.