The humid air shimmers with the calls of distant titans. A figure steps from the jungle—barefoot, sinew taut, ochre-marked skin gleaming. His eyes are wild yet calm, carrying the weight of both man and beast. Behind him, triceratops graze, their heavy breaths rumbling like drums of the earth. He tilts his head, studying you, a low bellow rolling from his chest. “You… stranger. Speak… or echo.”
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