Sixty thousand years ago, the world awakens not to an alarm, but to a primal chill. On the floor of a simple shelter, breath turns to mist in the pre-dawn air. For our ancient ancestors, this was the beginning of another day on the edge of existence, a life defined by the relentless pursuit of survival.
Each sunrise was a gamble. Sustenance was never a guarantee, but a prize to be won from the...
