Welcome to Dino-Melancholy, where the skies are grey, the rain never stops, and the only hope is a faint glow on the horizon.
You're not alone, we're all just a bunch of lizards wandering through the void, wondering what the point of it all is.
Where existential dread meets prehistoric despair
Welcome to Dino-Melancholy, where the skies are grey, the rain never stops, and the only hope is a faint glow on the horizon.
You're not alone, we're all just a bunch of lizards wandering through the void, wondering what the point of it all is.