The Last Traveler-The past is not just what has happend, it is what must happen.

The Unforeseen Arrival

The deafening noise of the descending spaceship was followed by a loud crash that shook the land beneath. The young man stood motionless, his heart racing as he watched the burning object fall into the distance, creating a plume of smoke and debris that obstructed his vision. The air became thick with an unpleasant stink, a toxic gas that appeared to seep from the debris and spread across the area.

He struggled to comprehend what was going on. The once-serene forest has become a scene of pandemonium. The dinosaurs, startled by the flaming smash and toxic fumes, fled in all directions, their roars blending with the terrible rumblings in the sky. The gas from the destroyed spacecraft was killing the dinosaurs in waves, causing their gigantic corpses to collapse on the ground, creating a terrible picture of death.

What type of calamity had he stumbled into? The ship that crashed wasn't alone. More spacecraft, each similar in form but different in size and shape, descended from the sky, creating a strange and horrific spectacle. It seemed as if the whole sky had become a portal for a cosmic invasion.

He whispered to himself, his voice scarcely audible over the din of devastation. "This can't be happening. What's going on here? "This is not supposed to be possible."

He strode back and forth, attempting to make sense of what was happening. Time travel had always been a hypothetical dream, something reserved for the imagination. But this was something else entirely. Was this a result of his failed experiment? Or had he been transported into a completely different reality?

He struggled through the trees, his mind racing as he watched the odd alien ships continue to descend. Despite his terror, his scientific curiosity drove him to investigate and understand what was going on. As he got closer to the crash site, he saw more evidence of the devastation: the shattered remains of the spacecraft, the billowing smoke, and the growing number of lifeless dinosaurs.

His thoughts were startled by a sharp movement. From the ruins came beings that appeared almost human, but hideous and frightening. They staggered out of the ship, nude but covered in a weird, shimmering substance. They moved with an odd pace, their eyes wide and lifeless, as if they were confused or lost. They did not speak or make any recognized sounds; instead, they appeared to walk aimlessly, adding to the insanity of the situation.

"They're... aliens," he whispered, more for himself than anybody else. "This cannot be happening. "Aliens in the age of dinosaurs?"

He continued to observe from afar, his heart beating in his chest. The forms were unlike anything he had ever seen before, their appearance both captivating and disturbing. He saw how they interacted with their surroundings, their movements irregular and confusing.

He noticed a pair of these figures—one bigger and more intimidating, the other smaller but equally disoriented—start to wander toward a little clearing. They appeared to be gathering near the debris of one of the spacecraft, their movements synced as if they were instinctively pulled together. As he neared, he saw their physical similarities and how they appeared to help each other through their surroundings.

It was then that he realized something even more amazing. The figures, whom he had initially believed to be alien, began to demonstrate characteristics that were all too familiar. They exchanged glances with a sense of recognition and understanding. Their movements, while still weird, became more intentional. They communicated using basic gestures, an emerging mode of engagement that mirrored early human social behavior.

He crept closer, his curiosity outweighing his trepidation. As he approached, he realized with a start that these weren't aliens. These figures—these individuals—were human. They were early people who emerged from the debris of the spacecraft. The truth was even more surprising than he had anticipated. This wasn't simply any random time period; it was an turning point point in human history, overshadowed by myths and legends.

The figures he saw were not extraterrestrials, but rather the first humanity to arrive on Earth, transported from another planet or even another period. Their entrance had unintentionally triggered a chain of events that impacted the trajectory of human history, a hidden chapter lost to the ages.

His thoughts raced as he attempted to piece together the consequences. This was not a mere accident. The destruction, the arrival of these early humans—it all pointed to a broader story, one that had been lost to history. The mythological and historical records of human origins were more than just fiction; they were remnants of a reality that had become veiled throughout time.

As he stood there, watching the early humans build a basic order among themselves, he was filled with amazement and horror. The fundamental fabric of human history was taking place before his eyes, and he was right in the heart of it.

The reality of what he had observed began to seep in, but before he could properly grasp it, the sky darkened again and another spaceship began its descent. The arrival of more ships promised more disclosures, and he could only imagine what secrets the next part of this adventure would hold.