A towering, deep-fried T-Rex, its golden, crispy hide glistening under a spicy paprika sunset, roars triumphantly in a prehistoric land made entirely of crunchy breadcrumbs. The trees, massive stalks of tempura-battered asparagus, sway gently as rivers of molten cheddar flow between the flaky, butter-crusted hills. In the distance, a herd of crispy, panko-covered triceratops graze near a bubbling volcano that erupts in slow-motion, spewing ribbons of tangy barbecue sauce into the air. Each of the T-Rex’s steps sends tiny, sizzling crumbs cascading like golden confetti, as if the entire world is celebrating its delicious existence. DFC
easynegative, No traditional dinosaurs, no raw meat, no horror mutations, no dull or lifeless colors, no mechanical sci-fi elements.
