The dinosaur's claws scraped against the parched earth beneath the withered tree, his powerful forelimbs digging with slow, deliberate motions. Dust and small stones scattered as he carved into the ground, his nostrils flaring for any hint of moisture. The deeper he went, the cooler the soil became, a faint dampness clinging to the packed earth. His heart pounded with cautious hope.

After what felt like hours, his claws struck something unexpected—not water, but a smooth, curved surface buried deep beneath the tree's roots. He cleared away more dirt, revealing a strange, metallic object, its surface pitted with age but still intact. It was clearly not natural, not of this world. His yellow eyes narrowed as he traced its edges, a low rumble building in his throat. Had others like him survived underground? Or was this something else entirely?

The wind howled above, carrying with it the scent of something electric, something alive. The dinosaur hesitated, then pressed his ear to the metal. A faint, rhythmic hum vibrated against his scales. Something was inside. Something waiting.