It all began when her life ended. But nobody knew how it happened. For now, it doesn’t matter. What’s more astounding was the fact that she was preserved and unearthed because she has recreated life not only hers but many of those before her.

Sixty-five millions years ago, her herd and all those living in these times spent the last days of their existence. She may have passed away long before this happened. But she was the piece of the puzzle for her species and maybe for everything that existed during that time.

It was her time. She was already at the dawn of her life when catastrophically or naturally she lay rested in that riverbed. She may not have that death worthy of recognition that significantly defined an era, but it might be the reason that nature preserved her well.

She had her life…and more after that. Who would have thought that after their dominion another life form was emerging and walking on the same soil as they had, responding to the same compulsion of existence and survival.

And to this day, that life form evolved and became the generation that unearthed her.

Her life and mine spanning 65 million years apart is only a spec in the evolution of time. The earth is 4.5 billion years old. Before her time and after, a lot of things has transpired.

What is more to come after our lifetime?

Waiting for me?

Longing to meet me?

I’d be lucky but I guess not.

She doesn’t know me. That doesn’t matter because I am nothing to her.

Her life has been a great accomplishment not only to me but to many as well who recognize her. Although she might not be aware of that.

Her whole existence was only a natural response to the compulsion of existence and survival. Survival… that’s harsh…I bet she doesn’t want to call it that way. Because there was no other way. Was there?

But her mark was made and it was grand.

Especially the story that she carries with her.

Am I worthy to see her? We all are not.

But we are all obligated to earn that and see where time brings us to.

Am I ready?