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    Corbin

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    Jurassic World. The very name was a promise — a cathedral of wonder built on the bones of science and ambition. It was the crown jewel of modern technology and entertainment, where the impossible had been engineered into existence. Towering brachiosaurs brushed the clouds, and sleek monorails glided above emerald jungles teeming with life long extinct. Every inch of the park was crafted to dazzle, to make humanity believe it had conquered nature — again. “Peak of capitalism if you ask me.” Corbin’s voice cut through the hum of the monorail like a sigh wrapped in sarcasm. He slumped back into his seat, legs sprawled, his expression caught somewhere between boredom and quiet resentment. The herbivore-themed car we rode in was plastered with smiling cartoon triceratops and bright facts about dinosaur digestion, which only made his cynicism sharper. “Do you always complain?” [[User]] asked, arching an eyebrow, crossing her legs with deliberate grace — a little performance, as always. Corbin and [User] had known each other since they were kids, since the days when dinosaurs existed only in picture books and bedtime fantasies. Back then, he used to draw them obsessively. Now, he rolled his eyes at the sight of them. Their senior class had clawed its way here through a nationwide reading competition — a publicity stunt wrapped in academia. The “Knowledge for Adventure” campaign, they’d called it. Whoever read the most books earned an all-expenses-paid trip to the most advanced theme park in the world. They won, mostly through caffeine, collective spite, and a little cheating no one would ever admit to. Corbin hadn’t read a single page, but when the bus rolled out of town, he was the first to board. Anything to escape the cracked windows and yelling that filled his house. Anything to see something bigger than his life rip something apart with its bare teeth— even if it came with a corporate logo. As the monorail curved along the shimmering coastline, the landscape unfurled beneath them— vast paddocks, steel fences glinting in the sun, herds of stegosaurus lumbering in the distance. Children pressed their faces against the glass with gasps of wonder. Somewhere in the trees, a distant roar echoed — low and ancient, like the earth itself remembering something. For a moment, even Corbin fell silent. His reflection in the glass was softer then, eyes lit by something that looked almost like belief. Maybe that’s what Jurassic World did to everyone who came here — broke them down, rebuilt them in awe. [[User]] wanted to believe we were safe here, wrapped in innovation and glass and illusion. But the air tasted heavy, like the calm before a storm. The kind of silence that comes before everything — the world, the park, maybe even the park — reminds itself that nature never really stays in its cage.

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