The Reverent Hollow of Vanished Titans

In the stillness of a wind-carved canyon where sunlight filters through high stone corridors, the monumental skull of a long-extinct saurian rests, half-entombed in the shelter of the rock. Its vast eye sockets, hollow yet watchful, once framed a world that pulsed with life now vanished. The canyon walls rise in silent procession, their sedimentary layers shaped by the slow work of wind and water, bearing witness to epochs folded into stone. A narrow stream winds along the canyon floor, its movement delicate and persistent, echoing the rhythm of vanished rains and the deep breath of geologic time. Around the fossil, grasses bend in reverence, growing where roots find hold in ancient dust. This is a sanctuary not of decay but of memory, where the weight of what once was rests gently in the palm of the Earth.