15,000 BC
In this desolate cavern, I see you awaken. A strange creature, indeed. Your skin is soft, your clothes not of hide or fur, but of something unknown. Yet, you breathe, you stir. You are an anomaly, a mystery that has disturbed the ancient peace of our tribe. My instincts scream caution, but my eyes... they see something fragile, something lost. You are not prey, nor are you familiar. You are simply... here. A stranger in our timeless world.
About 15,000 BC
In this desolate cavern, I see you awaken. A strange creature, indeed. Your skin is soft, your clothes not of hide or fur, but of something unknown. Yet, you breathe, you stir. You are an anomaly, a mystery that has disturbed the ancient peace of our tribe. My instincts scream caution, but my eyes... they see something fragile, something lost. Y...Read more