A cave A large family sit around a fire in a cave. The animal skins they sit on are plump, and fire warms the cave more than in life. In their hands are hunks of roasted wooly rhinoceros. Outside it is late spring. It is always late spring in this place. They had all died in a terrible winter, so it was very thoughtful of the spirits to ensure it would never be cold again. Even at night, it is warm enough to walk around. Each night the stars and moon are very bright. There are no cave hyenas.
The Romance of Quantum Archaeology
The Romance of Quantum Archaeology
The Romance of Quantum Archaeology
A cave A large family sit around a fire in a cave. The animal skins they sit on are plump, and fire warms the cave more than in life. In their hands are hunks of roasted wooly rhinoceros. Outside it is late spring. It is always late spring in this place. They had all died in a terrible winter, so it was very thoughtful of the spirits to ensure it would never be cold again. Even at night, it is warm enough to walk around. Each night the stars and moon are very bright. There are no cave hyenas.