Let’s Time Travel 🧭 Together To The Ice Age 📖

Once upon a distant horizons time more than ten thousand years ago is where this tale shall begin, transporting everyone to a time where the universe’s earth landscape was very unrecognisable… a light shining on a forgotten story in prehistoric nature about one idealisms predator never heard or seen roaming the lands freely, has face the harshest consequences for survival warrior species battlement wind whipping across the desolate climate, whence a sphere was originally at the bitter coldness air the was indeed zir to snap hardship before turning mild enough for life to clinging on truly a great biting conditions was a testaments to all Megafaunal that evolved grandest enhancement’s of hibernating or migrating away during the winter seasons ‘n’ the hottest summer months of all respite turned the surrounding grasslands into a rich oasis apt colour on the panoramic view where the eyes could see; but this time of ‘Ice Age’, didn’t just smell of Pine from the Boreal Forest, after the new world was created by jagged mountain peaks ‘n’ all carved by ice as the creationisms sculpture of a frozen canvas of grassland plains, but a distinctive odour hidden beneath the nose a ‘Forgotten Story’, has emerged a secret.

Welocme everyone’s too the storytelling experience sessional on the ‘Ice Age Preservationist’, a one off specialising tale exploring a lost world silently predator of ultimate survivals power to control the universe through how surely unpredictable in a stability affect all solid ground beneath our feet or even paws, has a unfortunate tendency of all locking up the true successfully rate advantage by being so ever-so simple ‘n’ unmistakable advanced where little or no sign modifications or improvements where viably seen across this era of ancient lifeforms times… that one predatory organism here I’m referring to was ‘Tar Pits’, a natural phenomenon formed macabre masterpiece that is known for their “silent” nature of life sticky entomb becoming an accidental occurrence for preserving the unfortunate fleeting moments of death before being forgotten about by roaming the land they’ve once roamed; but these days the story has offered a newer twist of how these viscously bizarre pulsating for bubbling “Tar Pits” from the prehistoric era of the Ice Age has opened a window frame that evokes a primal sense of a kind danger undetected ‘n’ undefined actions to inspire a mystery too inspire storyteller’s like me to imagine them as gems.

They’re evolutionary gems to rightly be claiming the world as true Megafauna, a marvellous Mammalian family as sophisticated apt greatest speciesism’s ability predator’s stars of the universe past of all time in our lifetime mind illusion’s to recreates a lost planet, seeking brutal life over elimination from reality as zir competition from food resources ‘n’ blood struggles in their quest battlements on the landscape field for intelligence territory to overthrow each other’s enigma by fighting for feeding ‘n’ breeding rightfulness or survival in weakening over dominant by fleeing from those areas of banishments… but in this one ancient world, one performance of a singles speciesism had a predator didn’t need to fight or flee, no, instead these dotting Tar Pits lured predators ‘n’ prey to them by pretending to be a water homemade hole of an paradise oasis by covering themselves with inorganic plant materials to hide the sinister intentions that lurk beneath the earths surface; in their all meantime, their relentless desire of pursuit for ominous beings, a symbolism bowed a colliding lightning timeline seen in space has reeled them to enhanced glory for trapping organisms in a deadly dance storm of inescapable embrace.

But these dire circumstances are the challenging part of nature’s existence to test the luckiest hunting over the unluckiest part of a failure consequences are surely defined with disregard are at the highest state level possible because for the best Ice Age species, there was a significant unscripted shift in this one surrealism one battleground where survival rates are hinged on whether chance miracles arise or sly cunning too outsmart them; though success is rather elevational from the mass production of a black Tar Pits, especially since they’re all a haunted nightmare that reminds all life of earths perilously encounters shall overlap unpredictably in one’s own errors, ever-so hidden beneath this anciently volcanic floor as the continent land has a very larges hush, hush, hushing unbeknownst entity breaking free from deepest domain to entrap anything or anyone without warnings, whether animal or human, an extraordinary embodiment of life primal energy.

In this nature’s world of the untamed powerful realm wilderness a constant streams of games are always played out… survivable of the strongest player’s shall reigning supreme ‘n’ the a weakest to be lost forever in the darkness shrine for all spirited life’s eternity; these are the pulsating ominous noisemaker of dreaded doomed as soul-bearers harbour those who make a unworthy sacrifice for miscalculation in error judgment thinking the cries of a prey upon a predator as a result of easiest option soon joins the rhythm of a game to perish, but an eeriest supernaturally element sparks the imagination to reveal nature in a new shining light about the aptly unforeseeable horizon of dangers lurking beneath the blackening surface of Tar Pits, making them a compelling story for a ruthless enemy of infinite possibilities where indifferent forces are at play.

The Ice Age, a global warming phenomenon time where mankind resides alongside the grand Megafauna in a very fragile dance of entwining reflections… the birth of a blacken mirror demonstrates how these adhesives Tar Pits weren’t born from magic, but rather an ancient gift from the earths deep relentless core beating heart over millennia, the energy was wayward before the great Ice Age setting motion because these blacken sticky pits wherein classed as “Sludge Pit” seen during the supercontinent of Pangea, which left these ancient substances teemingly richest in a bacterial life; these black sea are so advance, lifeforms trapped either by their exhaustion of struggling, dehydration of moistures loss under the solar sun in expose areas or starved without food & more deadly from other predatory fights had died, leaving their natural skeletal structures as fossilised bone remains setting inside a deep abyss of glue, buried under layer of sinking by shifting breakout for eon after eon left untouched ‘n’ unseen for centuries that’ll transforms the immense animal ‘n’ human families kingdom into crudes oil of vast destruction from geological formations.

The black dense liquid on earth’s ever changing shape assigning these geologically significant planetary features are all processes where faults are founder opening by then crack appear fracturing the earths constellations crust, letting the heavy non flowing thick mass seeping substance omens to escapes out like blood from a bleeding wound, causing this crude oil to ascend upwards by not just reaching the surface of the land, but also whence expanding into widest variations in deep by increasing greatly in depth oasis pools into collapsing pits exposed to the solar wind of the heated sun ‘n’ changing conditions in hard crust in winter by a hot sticky Spa into summer becoming very toxic to burn skin, the hotter the summer season the more fluid the Tar becomes not lighter than a consistency, but more adhesive material… though still very much not resembling water; these volatile components are to which too evaporate, leaving behind a thickness sticky residue of bitumen after the sudden eruption like a volcano awakening.

Therefore, they’re the individual essence of Tar Pits, slows paced relentless growth of attacker in aggressive way series of bleeding blackening blood that mirrors an alien new generations world of a landscape, whether tundra, forests, plains or grasslands, wherein reflections appear to be shown, the climate change of blue skies, overcast grey skies, partially clouds obscuring saw these entities of their surrounding whispers the occasional evolution that would change the families speciesism’s timeline genetic code for life on this habitable sphere domain, but as a result a trap leads nothing can adapt once ensnared by immobilisation; so no matter on the power strength capabilities of predators, these Tar Pits are more mightier than mightiest creatures than anything else’s seen today in the universe, standing as true organism of forgotten time force of treasure beckons the Ice Age too be reawakened the promises they’ll harbour the countlessly fossils of heartbeat life’s of ancient history, offering a rareness’s sight link into the past distant worlds of a frozen cold but mild temperature memory.

This is the times sure “WE” as human beings in nature can diving up the earthly burials past was indeed a very satisfying reminder, one that actually makes this immersive experience of imagination more than just an ordinary in tangible Lifeforms vanishing without trace; preserved is the phrase everyone in my audience, their all a silent, shush, not a single noise was made whence they’re born to be active because the vision of the inescapable shall captures the spirit in how brutality for brutal these prehistoric ecosystem’s where in progress time capsule of natural empire shows newest environment conditions which mark a new era that new horizons are their wayward to life’s best drama of reboot survival to regain a new footing to restart the planet all over again, just with newest faces that’s all… but what did this black Tar Pits serve on earthly domination override on the role played for a new beginnings?.

That role was down to the Tar’s composition of these stickiness’s ability to create a complexity brew for inducing entrapments upon which an entirety instant too touching or placing thee human feet, whether paws or hooves inside the black hole in a single shuffles unevenly in this ancient landscape where the blacken mirror has been thriving, a reflection of remarkable beauty of how just aptly haunting the starkest image of primordial sky heres earth had an eeriest immersion saw unfiltered nature in a very rawest powers in designing new but potential future environment; a gateway for a serving contemporary fantasy into the past realm where this’ll invite us to witness by exploring the silence of extinction overall in survival, also the relentless forces of how nature had shaped the earth way before humankind arrived in existence.

Tar Pits inhabited alongside humans too because… this dual is a role model as a treasure cove mirroring their ancestors profound significance as remnants of a vanished epoch, if animals got into trouble with the black mass, humans too befall to the black omen & in ability to be rescued resulted in the same context of courses echoing the ancient whispers of landscapes they’ve too once are to thriving in this wilderness; but at that time humans nor animals didn’t even know that Tar Pits had chains of origins hydrocarbons ‘n’ yes, carbon combined hydrogen atoms that forms the bitumen bulk by mixing with mineral deposits of chemically richly by which gases impurities, mud clay ‘n’ molecules of sand which additional to the glue like properties in adhesiveness’s owner power, so the deceptive nature of these Tar Pits at the surface appeared too be somewhat firms as the eye maybe believed to say, but just a few inches by centimetres down it was a viscously yielding mass of a vile predatory monster.

Tar’s sensory was such heavy that it meant even the lightest of a touches by organisms wouldn’t float momentarily, only sink down inexorably, the greater the thrash of struggles, the greater the all chances of survival impeded with increased risk of injury from the noxiously stench was soo strongest ‘n’ unpleasantly, but still very much alive undeniable as this distinctness’s acrid smelliest odour was thee feature of these black substances was pungent enough to churning bipedal humankind stomach; though their sulphurous compounds had certainly volatile chemicals with all their constant reminder presence on earths internally processes are all pouring out, but one could see that these biological natural bitumen’s had another characteristic, why did it produce bubbles?… well there’s certainly something interesting about those Pits bubbling, which are the gases trapped within the Tar whence they slowly travelled to rise as a reflection mirror window to reveal their glistening sky of ephemeral spheres pop with a faint plink of afoul air.

A puff of puffing in this one stink air of wafting entity that breathes this black pool has a constant stream of how a churning sense of smell repulses shall releasing noxious radiant energy pulses with a sudden sensation in a ominously heartbeat; any living creature or creature’s ensnared has to rightly endure this intensely torrent of energy in rottenness fumes of head spinner disorientation, but what followed next will returns after the blackening mirror, a lured deception where Woolly Mammoth were born to be prey species to be baited for the predatory of to sniffing them acute down for a bounty for all carnivorous animals, whether it be Smilodon’s, Dire Wolves or Short Faced Bear’s, would aptly leader to an oblivious responses that a minor mistakes could cost a fortune in life, even for the Pygmy Horse the smallest stallion on earth evenly beams to be suited victim of the same black Tar Pits had adopted thee a new face, but the story remains the same.

The phenomenon of Woolly Mammoths becoming ensnared on a black entanglement in Tar Pits occurred because these anciently organisms wandered to much closest proximity towards these all areas ‘n’ where these natural habitats asphalt was situated, their stickiness’s ability at the surface as a slower stream was flooding deposits hastily surfaced to dominate the landscape they’ve now built too claim, but this attracted unwanted attention of interest by the eyes of guiding nature prey just like ancient Ice Age Lifeforms by the promise of quenched water hole springing up, or too much cool off from the summer season, but this source has indeed one question, was this all sanctuary or something else?, this was the reason Tar Pits shimmery; once a Woolly Mammoth stepped into the black mass, their heaviest body on the Tar made a viscously splash only firstly on the surface, thence secondly, the crudes oil seeped on their own furry hair ‘n’ also skin as well adhering them in place upon instantaneous first contact of landing, even clinging tightness as theses herder’s species are in distress on seeing an entrapped individual would back escape extremely difficult.

Once quite clear being all ensnared as our word to be using, has caused the Woolly Mammoth to attempt to lifting their legs ‘n’ feet out.., but as the one struggling story beginning, it’s four limbs are so submerged buried beneath by embedding into the Tar, all very cumbersome ascent follows to prising up a insufferable stance of dances by futile victories over sinking downwards in this constant stream of the substance preventer any progressive action rescue operations from its own herd aiding to helping ‘n’ will succumbing too quickly exhaustion; but once their legs are momentarily lifted, a massiveness’s pillar’s of elastic strands appear under their feet are then snapped back into place upon instant in the sameness’s position as the all deposits exerted magnificently strengthening in force to stop this stuck individual from reaching freedom.

The tension from each Tar Pit strands have only a specification’s in elasticity limits, causing them to increase like a rubber band ‘n’ then suddenly becomes more like snapping upon back right back up into a recoiled effect, leaving this action too furthering entraps the trapped already in a single point loophole of repeatedly same movements of tension in each resistance by the Tar actually acts counteracting a certain sacrifice of releases in pulling thee trigger cord furthermore in a deepening cycle in these situations wherein a disturbances in the distorted areas; this can creates a viscously tightening grip that hampered its own effectiveness efforts, but all largest Woolly Mammoth immense pressurises weight inside the collectives consciousness sticky asphalt, combines too designs a sophistication handcrafted blackening non mechanically machine too far a deadly embrace commencement.

Often… struggling leads to exhaustion… struggling leads to aptly defined as sprained muscles or potentially burns from the blacks Tar Pits… struggling drops to resting when suffocation occurs zir for these giants whether it’s Woolly Mammoth’s, standing by their cries for urgently help by Pygmy Horse’s or standing up rear legs ascending Giant Sloths demonstrated that mightier than a nature presented a cruel paradox; these colossal herbivore’s with either shaggy furry coats, large sharp nails to tusks with accompanying hooves or toes have been impressive to be unable to distinguish what’s between water intelligence ‘n’ what is a lure like the sticky black mass of asphalt… but they’re all searching on one specific quest, a migrated journey for one element… looking for water too drink ‘n’ bathe, leaving these insidiously shimmering pools at the surface covered normally in inorganic matter like leaves & soil to hide their naturally sinister twisted beauty.

A mistake, especially on a still but gentle breeze day saw that all Tar Pits where mistaken for cool inviting sanctuaries; but always driven by the thirst to quench ‘n’ one lone innocent by individuals or group herd prey like Woolly Mammoth’s or Pygmy Horse’s will be venturing far beyond too close to the shorelines of the asphalt lane… thence it happened… just one slightest step at a tentative timeframe, a one major calculate massive toed feet or all hooves in particular would begin to befallen sinking slowest, but at a very accelerated motional descent speed into the yielding burst which leading to zir considerable length confusions at first glance, then secondly followed no wading momentum to actually move… only sinking deep in one spot mired or glued to the one area whereby then deeply continuing sinkage before full limbs immobilisation.

Tar Pits don’t invite in any form too much discriminates a species’ or indiscriminately a species’ no by sizes or shape, non by age or sex either because whence an animal or human is stuck trapped in a sticky messiest glueing substance like natural crude oil, what happens next… yes, that’s right panicking set motion with raising heartbeat of fears of stricken scarifications fearfulness’s pumping into their breathing to escape as quickly as they or them could… before succumbing into the black predator ripped apart by the Ice Age predator’s attentions are on their way seeking an easy meal; a bloodshed commitment has turned competition into a deadliest match of predator-predator hostile interaction over feeding rights directly enticing them also baited like a worn in a fishing hook on a line from a rod to be involved in with the embrace of death, but at what cost?, well their own immense respectively weight played a part of their own lifetime testament too the powerful-beat of Tar capabilities to withdraw a solid ground, then undoing sacrifices.

These sacrifices are either predator’s coming togetherness, or all solo players’ to be aptly the ones’ who’re thence hunted by their’s own enemies as zir non believer of threats shall never needlessly too be backing down, which meant they’re facing the same wrath coating of sinisterly sticky Tar clinging to their own fur ‘n’ skin with each movements of struggling had becomes a bloody massacres of death immobilisation everywhere around this one Pit of Raged Aggression… a generation of Ice Age species was indeed all lost due to this “Pits” of black omens… evolution being erased by the asphalt; whence thrashing likely prey the world did have hunter’s realise their easy meal was sank deeper upon arrival or zirs after their arrival pining them down onto the Tar’s densely surface with their powerful limbs, bites or paws, which’ll renders them useless in their quest of brutal fury of strength.

Pygmy Horse’s would indeed cry more for urgent help of actions, but these frequencies where picked upon by Short Faced Bear’s on rapidly approaching speediest timely pace of fire heartbeat to answer these vulnerable commodities… the prey’s inability seeks urgently actions of rescue from their constant companionships on always on the move searching for food by means detaching them from the weakening entrapped individual insiders the Tar’s grasp; but remembers, these earths smallest stallions are more agile on land but less agile on the asphalt because from their neighbour’s the herders giant Woolly Mammoth’s was still prone to the lure of a bluffest sanctuary as a beloved small morsels sacrifice for thee black omen of death, while their delicately hooves rendering non these swiftest as equids don’t evenly stand a chance against the adhesiveness’s sticky nature glue of these dead Pits of despair… drawn by promises of water… the restored story… wading to non existent movements of motion to freedom equalled one thing, the misstep’s of life’s error.

A following fright of realisations reeled an unexpected twist of alls fate inattention that sent one stumble upon the treacherous path of the Tar Pit surface demonstrates that their smallest size made no difference whatsoever in their own protection because they zir lighter weight offered no initial strength to skim or even wading in or across fro one side to the other, but these bluffness falsehood destined security shows the same weakness of holding onto prey took too proceedings; while scanning the distant horizon for their herd disappearance was the confusion of disorientation which all means… no safety in numbers or stand against the sightseeings enemy as silhouettes of haunting nightmares… but escape is zir compromising… death is a fragile… their slender limbs trying too kick out only leads to more dangerous sinking into the abyss, but a question, how desperate is freedom when trapped in Tar?, well everyone the answer is determination to extract out of the Pit sea of blackness ‘n’ out of the sticky asphalt, making the impossibles all over wholesome futile.

The world to immobilise the freshest but greatest predator’s of all the Ice Age epoch, saw that Megafaunal carnivore Smilodon’s as Sabre Toothed Tiger’s zir glorious feline beast, then Dire Wolves accompanied the todays Gray Wolves which’re all way smaller ‘n’ Short Faced Bear’s the mightiest Ursus of their star constellation, as theses Tar Pits showed no modest mercy for fairness signs of equal opportunity in strength to claiming these true organisms as wellness, as readily available just like a worm seeking a fish or a insectivorous mammal; gobbled up by the consciousness pulsing asphalt, Short Faced Bear’s maybe a formidable foe, but against a very strongest or more magnitude force than any silent foe was a very powerful ominously omen that prevent’s the hungry hunter from reaching immense heights to stand up by using their buried flat broad paw submerged underneath, leaving the Tar designing adversary to terrify the opponents by making a stride for seeking prey over vast stretching distances too bringing them down… as they’re now a mere useless liability.

A predatory Short Faced Bear shall arrives scene, attractiveness by the ideas on a free meal… their paws adhered mired covered in the oils of black liquid asphalt clung to the broadness flat areas ‘n’ surrounding in between their toes as well as they gradual sink resembling a waves formation, but their limbs-limbs were to then thrash violently in unison altogether to makes an upwards ascent to escape, only to sink deeply into the blacken abyss; exhaustion kicks in motion when’s they’re now the hunted, only leaving them as now, yes you’ve guessed right… prey everyone, a sticky mass has do its best job magnificently, just a fewest centimetres sinker means the oily coat led to a thickness weight on their fur on their legs, reels a binding them together by reducing one’s mobility to agonisingly slow ineffectiveness’s motion of movements to avoid a slowest descent of a painful bloodshed death of exposure.

Immense respect of power was always the story in nature, but all strength wasn’t all about “survival of the fittest”, but a way too get out the ingenious brawn thinking brain’s way to outsmarting their opponents or enemies, then encouraging a fight against bitumen wasn’t always a good ideas because their relentless grip hooking them in place for the unexpectedly untimelier neighbouring lands visitor… the freshest creative predator in existence during the Ice Age… Smilodon’s or named the truest mega predator ever Sabre Toothed Tigers appeared next as a silhouette assassin signs that a territorial dancers is about to erupt over feeding rights shall test this Bear stuck unable to fights or defend themselves as snarling then aggressive touches from paws to scrambling voices emit an entirely advantages for one feline ‘n’ disadvantages for the Bear; an iconic symbol, a feline of all grace with their massive daggers of doom’s ability teeth meant that the shining brightest night stars universe of inky twilight space faced a very badness brutal battle of destined date similar to the Short Faced Bear ‘n’ their prey.

Even though, Smilodon’s would migrates to Southwestern South America during the winter months on a seasonal schedules route to more a tropical but somewhat warm biosphere climate’s too all escape the harshest of peak temperature variational patterning in conditions in North America, while their native plushie front paws ‘n’ rear paws serve as a source of protection against the snow ‘n’ icy weather too makes them less susceptible to frosting damages from the coldness’s impact… but theses were still very much the same destiny as the Short Faced Bear’s own species’ fate turned in the sticky cruelly Tar Pits; they’re feline apex predator are built on around surprise ambush over delivering an assassins assault, powerful muscles for gruel kill ‘n’ agility on Shiite burst speed, but the relentless attack of the asphalt would make matters apt much easier to the delicately pads on their underneath plushie paws of furry nature covering their feet or toes in between too beware’s a stickiness omen was a heavy adhesive burden.

With their construction hide ‘n seek too surpirse, an attacker’s of evolutionary change saw in their powerful bodies designing for a quicks succession sudden bursts in explosion speed, Smilodon’s were effectively rendered uselessness inside these embodiments of blacken magic organic energy Tar Pits because this zir natural energy force preventing them also from gaining any leverage’s to escape let alone any traction’s; but the asphalt would simply fill in the spaces between their feline softness toes that’ll make it more impossible to either flex or squint them to their advantage to gain purchase to extract themselves out… while their legendary ability was neutralised, replaced by their desperate attempts against all futile reminders that struggling inside a certain stickier substance like a blacken crude oil was thwart with a mire to make a sinking quite literally more likely worsening.

Two magnificently design life iconography predator’s so far have been ensnares into the deadliest Tar Pits, both indeed altogether in the same scenes window frame of doomsday fantasy, in apt a world on earthly sphere of ancient Ice Age where one more apex organism is too comes… the Dire Wolves, which’ll stated that the Newfoundland Wolf of Canada a subspecies to the Gray Wolf but the largest skull of any Wolf living in the modern land earth roam; during the last ten thousand years ago, whence there were giant Megafaunal Mammals where in face of this chains of oily asphalt, making them a very rare but a population of complete destruction shall be wiped out in large numbers of up to, eight individuals per pack, just like rodent populations shall rise ‘n’ collapsing instantly, which makes these Dire Wolves lesser cunning than endurances hunters, but their narrower somewhat smaller paws like the Short Faced Bear ‘n’ the Smilodon’s paws of variations in zir shapes by sizes too broadness of narrow or flatten wide demonstrate wasn’t immune to the oily nature’s best known story of immobilisation.

Now, everyone, the adhesive has been the properties that makes then hush up, silent predator of Tar more than effective, but there was nothing that natural bitumen couldn’t entrapped… whether a paws or hooves, in between their toes or increasing the coatings on their limbs whither prey or lured them by their foes for chance of success; immobilises for entrapment was the vulnerable one’s, a common captive instincts was severely hampered because the Dire Wolves were known to perform a certain happy jumping with celebrates stance knowing they’ve been the victory over a meal, which only leads them to sinking into the oil up to chin deep all of resting of the black surface of solo individual strengths play pack ‘n’ no other predator’s around, but in this competed bloodshed of blossom wasn’t the dose of fairness hostile one battlement, each unexpected consequence of stepping into the Tar only led too all quickened rise in changes in their curiously directions beings led into a dangerous situation.

For these life the other’s, Tar Pits substance would make it heavy cumbersome ‘n’ moreover a laboriously challenges that pulling at their canid paws, which eventually one individual or groups or the whole entire full pack are at a futile disadvantage of escaping too gain the advantage in their momentum on a reversals changed in the strategy too much avoidable for the deeper player game; in a deeper game was where the enemy of the opponent oil wasn’t as liquid at the centre’s abilities at more all heating elements melted down, only stickier as Tar strand will be appearing like thick rope anchoring on the underneath of their paws, beans ‘n’ all between their toes to fur on the fleeting edge where the pool begins & the trekking begins to a near perfectly death experiences for all life in the ancient Ice Age would becomes more than unable by indeed extinguished as extinct died out due to these events of nature to unfold a grandest possible harshest truthful nature tragedy.

Once these events happened, freedom wasn’t guaranteed, as all a destabilising processes are at staked play now, risking all sorts of damage in prey over predator’s own ability to aptly distinguish what’s safe over dangerous, but it would be too late by thence all now when they realise they’re not going anywhere in a long term; once these black substance committed to entrap their results are exposed to the environmentally responsible conditions wherever prey as the predatory victims are surely found dooms for eternity, as the struggling species are going to be preserved in the death battles of warrior fights forever locked away until they discovered by humans who will uncover their disastrous fate… omens of the camouflage was a silently one… but an agonising ordeals was to proceed… death of exposure was imminent; fight by fighter than too reckless fight with defiant courageous resistance all with their might showed no succession.

The bodies, variations in muscles would strain under twists or all turns would lead to injuries on wrongful convictions, while their’s breathing would be impaired with exhaustion combined with aptly territorial indifferences control in ragged gasps, but the Tar’s grip was still intact as the strongest opponent during their struggles to break free from being lured spontaneously, coating them heavily than heavier weights additionally coating them thee more they’re sinking rapidly at a slowly pace rate acceleration; whence sinking down on an extremely unstable ground, a very vacuumed suction creates a negatively pressure of frequencies that worked against their own movements by sending them into the black maw abyss of a viscous glue, soul where the Tar would interactions with their paws’ or hooves’ in a cruel manner dances of a resistance during when their different senses of defined feet in nature lifted up from the Tar’s grasping strands of strengthens temple columns, a thick layer of asphalt blood stretches then snaps back.

Upon instantaneous return this repeat pattern of loopholes meant a sickening thwack as their own feet would snap back into places or the exact sameness’s spot they’re mired down, all forced back into the oily pit of despair; so the pressure on their limbs-limbs by all these Lifeforms entrenched by entering the Tar Pit shall be all immense with the combined work of vulnerability that has comes with a pressing them into a single exhaustive sequence setting of motions, weakening their own muscles’ ‘n’ their own chances’ apt of self destructions to deplete energy reserves’ too counterattack the entire entrapment until they’re spent, meaning they’ve got no more option available to frees themselves only sinking by sinking into the black shroud of a surface that promises prey of water by which promises predator’s best hope of surviving on a easy meal that was indeed a bluffness tale… but the only story too remains, once they’re resting on the asphalts surface after too fragile by a standing up, they’ll descend into utter complete submersion.

Darkness will always be there to guide invasion their burial tomb of disastrous graveyard sacrificial depths, just all a reminder that they’ll be under the Tar with one another who have gotten baited forever, but a fuse of spirits’ ignited a flame on how zir gruesome this scene would’ve been when unearthed by humans to make a better version of the experience by fear that survival wasn’t plain sailing but savage; yet… however a tragedy… opens up a newly chapter on earth… the act to preserve was the importance keys to a doorway of life in the Ice Age, a remarkable act which shows the Tar’s ability to ensure history can be understood by the fossil Megafaunal organism’s existence of an life early immortality, the anoxic environment of non porous conditions rapidly changing a decaying existence within the crude oil, the absence of oxygen occurs normally in these substances, just like quicksand in sand or mud form suffocating by stench of air prevails.

Therefore, the Tar itself was a very highest quality product for alls hydrocarbon’s content, a natural preservative inhibiting the ability growth of bacteria in fungi breaking down organic molecules as a whole result of flesh, which meant, as the animal or animals sank down into the ocean of black pit of stickiness asphalt oil their own bodies’ were much more enveloped by the chances too escapee, so they’re much more likely sealed off eventually buried beneath the surface from the environmentally elements that’ll change how evolution works on planet earth; though theses destructive forces of nature is the essence tale of how their bones, the hard objects are well preserved, despite being coated in black shields mineral deposits of richness harbouring shows how teeth ‘n’ all claws are clad in particular is preserved colour… Tar Pits are the conductor for great reasonable protection against weathering processes ‘n’ air climate erosion for ultimate details.

So in the end, the story of Tar Pits have to move on away from all these “Preservationist”, who’ll be the silent embrace in dotting on the landscape, especially when over millennia ago, a new tales is about to come true emerge, ‘Tar Bear: Tragedy Of A Short Faced Bear fossilised state life shall be thence recovered from the black oil trapped insiders the pulsating seeping layers of accumulations graveyard remains that’ll create a unique feelings in a experience about life ten thousand years ago during the Ice Age, unearth the fossilised records dug out by modern day humans for a museum of palaeontology understanding; in the meantime, all one ancient world has become the imagination dreamland to be envisions by enjoying life endorsed in a specialised trap designed to consume anything or anyone in an incredibly complex wayward, despite all the gruesome nature of baited souls efficiency of an otherwise zir well accidental collapse in a lure snapshot of dead discoveries of Mammalian Megafaunal Lifeforms’ in a blackening marvels deep underground untouched ‘n’ truly forgotten.

The Ice Age Preservationist Ensures The Magnificent Planet Remains To Be Explored ‘n’ Eventually Told.