dinohigh, no humans allowed!

The world was on fire. Everywhere I looked, flames licked at the sky, which was painted in hues of red and orange. The air was thick with smoke and ash, so hot it felt like breathing in molten metal. The ground beneath me trembled, a constant rumble that never ceased, as if the earth itself were crying out in pain. The sky was falling, and everything was turning to ash.

I could barely see through the haze, but I kept running, my breath ragged, my heart pounding like a war drum in my chest. Around me, the others were screaming—high, panicked cries that pierced through the crackle of the fire and the roar of the earth splitting open. I couldn't tell who was screaming; maybe it was me.

The ground beneath me buckled, and I stumbled, almost falling, but I caught myself just in time. My foot touched something soft, and I looked down, my heart clenching at the sight. It was a body—a young one, eyes wide open, staring at the sky with a look of fear frozen on her face. I didn't recognize her, but she was one of ours, one of the herd. One of the many who would not make it through this night.

I wanted to stop, to reach out and close her eyes, to whisper some comfort even though she was beyond hearing. But there was no time. The ground shuddered again, and a crack appeared just ahead of me, a deep fissure that split the earth open like a wound. I leaped over it, barely making it to the other side, my heart pounding in my ears.

Above, the sky had darkened further, choked with thick clouds of smoke and ash that blocked out the sun. It rained fire and molten glass—tiny shards that burned through flesh like hot knives. The air itself was poison, searing my lungs with every breath. I could hear the distant roar of the ocean, the massive waves crashing against the shores, sweeping away everything in their path. The earth was torn apart, the very fabric of our world unraveling before my eyes.

We had heard stories, whispered by the old ones, of a time when the world would end. But we had never imagined it would be like this—so sudden, so brutal. There was no warning, no sign, just a flash of light in the sky, a great boom that shook the ground, and then everything was on fire.

Around me, the herd was scattering, desperate to escape the chaos, but there was nowhere to go. Every direction was blocked by flames, by falling debris, by the ground splitting open beneath our feet. I could hear the cries of the others—my family, my friends—all trying to find each other in the madness. I tried to call out, but my voice was lost in the roar of the world falling apart.

I saw Lila, my little sister, her small form darting through the chaos. Her eyes were wide with fear, her small horns glistening with ash. She was calling my name, her voice high and frightened. "Trixie! Trixie, where are you?"

"I'm here!" I shouted back, but the sound was swallowed up by the noise around us. I tried to reach her, pushing through the smoke and the flames, but it was like moving through a nightmare. My legs felt heavy, my body sluggish, every step a struggle. "Lila, I'm here!"

I could see her now, just a few feet away, her small body trembling, her eyes filled with tears. I reached out for her, my heart pounding, but just as our hands were about to touch, the ground between us split open with a deafening crack. She stumbled back, her eyes widening in terror.

"Trixie!" she screamed, her voice lost in the roar of the earth breaking apart. I watched in horror as she slipped, her small form disappearing into the darkness below. "No!" I shouted, my voice breaking, but it was too late. She was gone.

My heart shattered. A sound escaped my throat, a raw, guttural cry that tore through the chaos. I felt my knees buckle, and I fell to the ground, my body trembling, my mind numb with disbelief. Lila… my little sister… she was gone.

I wanted to give up, to let the darkness take me too, but something inside me, some primal instinct, pushed me forward. I got to my feet, wiping the tears from my eyes, and kept moving. I couldn't stop, not now. I had to survive. I had to keep going, for Lila, for all of us.

But the world was ending. I could feel it in my bones, in the air, in the very ground beneath my feet. The fires burned hotter, the ash fell thicker, and the air grew colder, an icy wind cutting through the heat like a knife. The ground was melting, rivers of molten rock flowing like blood from the earth's wounds.

I saw others running, stumbling, trying to find some safe place, but there was none. I watched as they fell, one by one, their cries lost in the roar of the world collapsing around them. I saw a mother clutching her young, trying to shield them from the falling debris, but a piece of the sky came crashing down, and they were gone in an instant, swallowed up by the flames.

I kept running, my breath ragged, my body aching. I couldn't see, couldn't think, only move. The ground cracked beneath me, and I leaped over a chasm, the heat from the molten rock below searing my skin. I stumbled, almost fell, but caught myself. I had to keep moving.

The earth shook again, and I saw a great wave rising in the distance, a wall of water taller than the tallest trees, sweeping towards us. I could hear the screams of the others, their voices high with panic. "Run!" someone shouted, but there was nowhere to run.

I turned, saw the wave crashing down, swallowing everything in its path. I felt the ground shift beneath me, and I fell, the water rushing over me, cold and dark. I struggled, tried to swim, but the current was too strong. It pulled me under, down into the darkness, into the depths.

I couldn't breathe. The water filled my lungs, choking me, the pressure crushing my body. I fought, kicked, tried to reach the surface, but it was like swimming through mud. I could feel my strength fading, my lungs burning, my vision going dark.

Then, suddenly, I was free. I broke the surface, gasping for air, the cold biting into my skin. I looked around, saw the world in chaos, the flames reflected in the water, the sky dark with smoke. I could hear the cries of the others, the desperate, panicked sounds of a world in its death throes.

But it wasn't over. Not yet.

I felt the ground shift again, a deep rumble that shook me to my core. I turned, saw the earth splitting open, great fissures tearing across the land, lava pouring out like blood. The air was thick with smoke and ash, the heat unbearable. The sky was dark, the sun blotted out, and it began to rain—ash, fire, molten glass, falling from the sky like tears.

The temperature dropped suddenly, the heat replaced by a bone-chilling cold. The world was plunged into darkness, an absolute, suffocating blackness that swallowed everything. I could feel the cold creeping into my bones, freezing me from the inside out. My breath came in ragged gasps, the air so cold it burned.

I tried to move, but my body felt heavy, numb. I could barely see through the darkness, but I kept moving, kept pushing forward. I couldn't give up. Not yet. I had to keep going, for Lila, for all of us.

But it was hopeless. The world was dying, and there was nothing we could do. The forests were gone, burned to the ground. The oceans were filled with tar and chemicals, all the fish dead. Everywhere, the bodies of the fallen lay in heaps, their flesh charred, their bones broken.

Everyone near the blast had died in seconds. Everyone far enough away died in minutes. And those unlucky few who didn't die… they starved to death, or ate each other, or succumbed to the disasters that followed. We ate each other, fought each other, just to survive.

And then, just when we thought it was over, we faced a new enemy. New creatures we had never seen before, clawing their way out of the darkness, rising up to take our place. They were small, fast, cunning, and they hunted us with a cold, relentless efficiency. We fought back, but we were weak, starving, broken. We had lost everything.

This was the end. The end of us. The end of all dinosaurs.

I sank to my knees, the cold seeping into my bones, my breath coming in short, ragged gasps. I could feel my heart slowing, my body growing weaker with every passing second. I closed my eyes, and for a moment, I thought I saw her—Lila, standing there, smiling at me, her eyes bright and full of life.

But it was just a trick of the light. I opened my eyes again, and she was gone. And I was alone, alone in the darkness, in the cold, in the end.

The human wakes up, his eyes opening slowly, a satisfied sigh escaping his lips. He feels more energized and happier than ever, a big smile spreading across his face. It was all just a dream—but how he wished it had been real.

What a wonderful world, he thinks. What a beautiful future. It was a reminder to work hard every day,

note.

Was it a vision of the future. a mad mans dreams and delusions, or was it an echo of the past?