Black screen.
A low, ancient rumble. Like the Earth itself breathing.
NARRATOR (gravelly, ominous):
Before fire… before cities… before history remembered itself…
A single spark flares in the darkness.
NARRATOR:
There was hunger.
Quick flashes: a primeval forest trembling, towering shadows moving between trees, the sky darkened by wings.
A deafening ROAR shakes the screen.
Cut to silence. A lone human figure stands on a cliff, staring at devastation below.
NARRATOR:
When the old predators returned… mankind was no longer at the top of the food chain.
Rapid cuts:
– Villages burning
– Massive jaws snapping shut
– People running through rain and ash
– A child looking up in terror
A thunderous stomp. The ground cracks.
WOMAN (whispering):
“They’re not beasts… they’re survivors.”
Title card flickers briefly, distorted, then vanishes.
Montage intensifies:
– Ancient murals showing creatures devouring suns
– Scientists arguing over shaking monitors
– Soldiers loading weapons far too small
– A colossal eye opening in the darkness
NARRATOR:
They ruled the world once…
A roar shakes the sound system.
NARRATOR:
…and now they’ve come to feed again.
Music surges. Drums pound like a war heartbeat.
MAN (shouting over chaos):
“We woke them up! We thought they were myths!”
Cut to massive silhouettes rising through clouds. Wings unfurl. Teeth glisten.
NARRATOR:
This is not extinction…
A sudden silence.
NARRATOR:
This is replacement.
Final rapid-fire cuts:
– A city swallowed by shadow
– Fire reflecting in terrified eyes
– One creature letting out a scream that bends the air itself
– A final stand at sunrise
Hard cut to black.
A single, echoing word whispers through the darkness:
VOICE (ancient, inhuman):
“FEED.”
TITLE CARD slams onto the screen in cracked stone letters:
THE DEVOURING AGE
NARRATOR (final beat):
This era was never ours.
Fade out.
Source: Some or all of the content was generated using an AI language model
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