The author envisages a dystopian reality where the dinosaurs are still with us, or better, were still with us: in this collection of 11 watercolours, men in redingote and women in crinolines contemplate the remains of a glorious past in the company of the fascinating animals that come from an epoch before history began. Every collection piece juggles between different romanticized time planes, with a metagame starting from us in the NFT era, observing people from a few centuries ago walking between Roman ruins in the company of impossible pets coming from prehistory. The game is clever and the result peaceful and enjoyable, giving us a surprised smile and the acknowledgment that dinosaurs could have been perfectly at ease in the XVIII century Italy. The Arcadic bliss is, however, an idyll that we know to be false, and the eleventh piece is there to reveal it to us. Goethe would have adored them, and so will you