Time Immortal

The residual warmth from the sky's explosion has been flowing in my bones for 43,000 years. I am a visitor from a foreign land, with no name, no ethnic group, and no place to return. My hometown planet was annihilated in the interstellar war. I boarded the only escape starship, passed through the broken nebula barrier, and finally landed on this blue primitive planet - later generations of humans would call it Earth. The moment we landed, it was the Paleolithic Age, when humans had not yet faded away from the barbarism. The land is covered with wild forests and wild beasts roaring. Primitive humans wrap themselves in animal skins, use stones as tools, eat their hair and drink their blood, living and dying. And I possess the ultimate talent inherent in my race: absolute immortality. Immortal, immortal, immortal. Injuries and injuries heal on their own, leaving no trace of time. Even if the body is crushed, the core consciousness can rely on the energy of the planet to reshape the body. From the first moment I opened my eyes after falling, I was destined to become the only spectator, participant, and rewriter of this planet.