Welington Corporation announces for the second time the death of the dinosaurs, only this time is definitive.
I used to imagine that huge meteor falling decimating the vast population of gigantic lizards, and idyllically found out, the similarity of Merlin towards Mab, that they must be forgotten.
They are purely scientific fiction, they are the object of evolutionism love, they are the science's magic, miracles from the pass, nevertheless they aren't any more real than the dragons hunted by medieval knights. A industry was made, full of imagery, paleontology, scientific-opportunism, philosophically-materialism, marketing and the fanaticism, all about a legend that was born in the land of the north American native indigenous population