Suddenly, the animation sped up. The sun began to whip across the sky like a strobe light. Nobita started to age—his hair whitening, his skin wrinkling—while the dinosaur remained frozen. The "mp4" began to glitch, the colors inverting until the screen was a searing neon green.
Then, the image bled in. It was hand-drawn, but the lines were jagged, trembling. Nobita was standing alone in a prehistoric clearing, but the sky wasn't blue; it was a bruised, static-filled purple. He wasn't crying for Doraemon. He was just staring at a massive, unmoving shape in the tall grass. doraemon movie dinosaur.mp4 - Google Drive
"You shouldn't have brought me back, Nobita. The past is a closed circle." Suddenly, the animation sped up