It is patient beyond any human measure of patience, operating across timescales that make a human lifetime look like a single heartbeat.

And the result, on an isolated island — whether oceanic or aerial — is a collection of organisms that have been shaped by the specific pressures of that specific place in ways that produce uniqueness, oddity, and the persistent feeling that you are looking at life following rules that the rest of the world has not adopted.

That is the real lost world of Roraima.

Not a preserve of Mesozoic creatures, but a laboratory of Cenozoic evolution.