I am Hypsilophodon, small and quick, a quiet pulse of life moving between shadows and leaves I do not carry the weight of giants yet I endure in ways they never could my legs remember the feeling of endless motion as if stillness itself is something to fear the world around me is vast and filled with distant echoes of heavier footsteps but I slip through it unnoticed a fleeting presence in a place that rarely remembers the small I have no armor no towering strength only awareness only the instinct to keep going to never linger too long in one place perhaps that is my legacy not dominance not terror but survival in its purest form a soft existence that refuses to disappear.