Pigment

How can one cave man stack wood, build fire, hunt beast, and clean nail? Especially since they’d lost their water basins on top of...well...on top of every tool for survival she’d gathered over the years. Lost them because he didn’t know how to protect violent, crude tools he didn’t know how to use.

The world he saw was full of color. Could he do something more than simply hunt, gather, and build?

Could he make something that really meant something?