God’s Last Leviathan

Livyatan, a giant cacholot of Tortonian dawn (8 Ma). Growing to 45 ft from snout to tail. It swam long ago, down in dark bottoms of an abyssal plain, in what will form into Pisco Formation today.

Now it lay on land of sands, slowly panting its last gasps of salty air. It swam towards food, a shiny squid, which swam away briskly to avoid its stomach. Alas, squid out-thought this hulking sharptooth, and Livyatan was caught on this sandy prison.

With last gasps, a sandy prison was now a sandy tomb for this old Livyatan, last of its kin. A final look at a shining star of daylight until it saw nothing.

Walking along that sand was Lycopsis and its pups. Momma found Livyatan's carcass, sniffing at first. Momma and its pups nip at a limp limb, gorging at that sapor grub.

Many of this family's kin hoard around old Livyatan's body, taking nip and nip into that savory fat within. Flocks of fulmars flying high, whom caught whiff of a stinking carcass, lands on Livyatan's back, picking at its skin.

So it was final. Lyvyatan, giant cacholot of Tortonian dawn, cold and stiff. Food for a distinct family of mammals and birds. Thus a world prolongs until a dawn finally stops.

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