You are in the forests of China, 125 million years ago.

The air was humid, smelling of ferns and damp earth. You knelt behind a thick, fibrous cycad, where through the dense foliage of the floodplain, you saw them.

A herd of about six Psittacosaurus were foraging in a small clearing. They were roughly the size of a large dog, perhaps six feet long from their parrot-like beaks to their stiff tails, and moved on their hind legs with surprising speed.

Their skin was a pattern of brown and orange scales, but along the top of their tails, a row of long, thin, quill-like bristles caught the sunlight. One of them, likely an adult, paused and raised its head, its dark eyes scanning the perimeter. It didn't have the grand horns of its later cousins, just a pair of bony lumps on its cheeks that gave it a chubby, almost endearing look.

The herd of Psittacosaurus haven’t spotted you in your hiding spot yet…