The ancient wind carries the smell of vegetation and the roar of animals, passing over the parched land. She woke up in the grass on the edge of the tribe, her head empty, only hunger and cold clutching her limbs. With no past memories and no special abilities, she was like an inconspicuous weed, struggling to survive in the wilderness.
The tribe has strict rules: the weak eat the strong, resources are equally distributed, and outsiders must use labor in exchange for survival. She learned from her tribe to identify edible plants and trees, to polish rough stone tools, to strengthen shacks before heavy rains, and to stay together and be on guard when wild beasts appeared.
There are no earth-shattering adventures, just hard work day after day; there is no entanglement of love at first sight, only simple friendship of mutual help. She was ridiculed for her clumsiness and ostracized for her weakness, but she slowly gained a foothold with her tenacity—picking an extra handful of wild fruits when gathering, helping to process animal skins after hunting, and using the herbs she learned to save herself when she was injured.
In this barren but magnificent land, she watched the sunrise and sunset, listened to the songs of the tribe, and gradually grew from an ignorant outsider to a tribesman who can take charge of her own business. She also found the confidence to survive and the warmth of the world through the game with nature and getting along with the tribe.
