FOSSiLS

In films and books, our species never fades away. We love to believe we’re immortal that way! Yet millennia conquer all in time’s endless chase. What if we’re but dinosaurs, awaiting our fate?
When the elements have burned all our ships, and the grandest works of nations are swept away, it is foretold that the Earth will breathe once more.
And one distant day, in the deep abyss below, faint hearts will begin to beat again. But somewhere, somehow, there will remain traces of us— lingering whispers of who we were.