The One-Legged Dinosaur drags himself through the Forest like a memory no one meant to keep. Once a symbol of strength and wonder, he now moves with uneven fury. His missing leg turns every step into a rumble, and his presence into a warning.
He doesn’t roar, but his silence is heavy. Of all the ghosts, he seems the most disappointed. There is no gentleness in his form — only blame. When Anne meets his gaze, it is not wild, but cold.