Scènes préhistoriques

Set at the twilight of the Quaternary, the narrative opens on a European plain where mammoths vanish and great herds of aurochs and elk still roam. Nomadic groups of elongated‑skull hunters stretch from the Baltic to the Mediterranean, carving delicate marks into stone and teasing the first stirrings of artistic consciousness. Their world is a balance of raw survival and a nascent appreciation for beauty, hinted at by the glitter of distant constellations and the murmuring river that slices the valley.

Against that backdrop, a lone figure steps from a cave onto a riverbank, his shoulders cloaked in urus hide and his arms bearing a massive oak club and a horn‑tipped spear. He watches a graceful elk pause among the poplars, then feels the sudden rush of a leopard sprinting from the rocks, its shadow flashing across the water. The hunter’s quiet exclamation, a blend of awe and challenge, captures the fragile tension between predator and prey that defines this primeval night.