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The dome was never silent anymore.What once had been a seamless curve of Atlantean glass and stone, a barrier between the deep ocean and the jungle paradise below; now whispered its fragility with every tremor. From the foundations to the highest arch of its ceiling, it creaked and groaned, like the ribs of some dying colossus. No citizen of Atlantis could walk the jungle paths without hearing the slow drip of seawater leaking through.Faramond heard it most of all.The styrac...

The marshes sang with the voices of insects and the creak of trees swaying in the evening winds. Above them, the dusky sky dimmed into violet, and the cries of distant herds echoed across the low plains. At the very heart of this land lay a hollow ring of cliffs, and within that stone embrace sprawled the Court of the Dinosaurs, a place spoken of in murmurs, half in reverence, half in dread.It was not a court of humans, nor a court bound in silks and banners, but one of scales, feathers...

The court of Stone and Scale was not a place one stumbled into lightly. Its halls were carved into the sides of a mountain, their walls glittering with veins of crystal and veins of metal, each vein mined and polished by countless claws over the centuries. The air smelled of age, iron, damp stone, and the musk of great beasts that had lingered here for generations. Torches lined the archways, their flames guttering against the draft of high cavern ceilings, casting long shadows that stretched...

The court’s hall was never meant to feel welcoming.It stood carved from dark stone, the kind that seemed to drink light instead of reflecting it. Shadows stretched across the walls like tapestries, broken only by shafts of pale firelight caught in crystal sconces. The courtiers themselves, long-necked, bright-eyed, adorned in silks and polished metals, watched every arrival with a blend of fascination and suspicion. For newcomers, trust was not given freely. Trust was a treasure locke...

The jungle closed behind Faramond like a living wall.Vines as thick as ropes dangled from the canopy, draping themselves over marble ruins that lay cracked and sunken in the undergrowth. The air was damp, heavy with the musk of orchids and the faint tang of salt drifting in from some hidden sea. Faramond’s claws sank into mossy stone as he pressed onward, his horned head lowered, his eyes bright with stubborn determination.He had been traveling for weeks. The legends of Atlantis...

The first true test of Faramond’s resolve came not from fang or claw, but from roots and leaves.He had wandered far from the Pond, tracing the winding rivers until their waters grew darker, muddier, and clogged with strange reeds that whispered as though they carried voices in their hollow stems. Beyond the marshland rose the jungle; a towering maze of colossal trees whose canopies choked the sunlight and whose undergrowth pulsed with life both familiar and alien.It was here tha...

The dawn broke softly across Isla Pera, painting the sky in pinks and oranges as if the heavens themselves were awakening with curiosity. The salty wind stirred through the tall grasses, and the first cries of seabirds echoed across the cliffs.In a sheltered grove not far from the coast, a young Styracosaurus stirred. They called him Faramond, and he was known among his herd for his insatiable curiosity and boundless energy. His cream-colored hide bore swirling tan and pale cream patter...