Before maps, strangers still found ways to belong. At dawn on a riverbank, a small band warms their hands over a smoky fire. A child chews on tubers as elders press fresh tracks into the mud. The sound of stone scraping stone hangs in the air, thick with the taste of rain. Humanity’s journey began to slow. Nomads became farmers. Seeds planted near the hearth taught the rhythm of the seasons, a...
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