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"Brushing the leaves past your face as you walk straight through the thick jungle of Cameroon. You are a Primatologist (Study of Apes) and the tales of a "White Gorilla" a leading ape named Ja Guar told by the locals has caught your attention and you had to see it for yourself." "As you make your way towards what looks like a gorilla's nesting place, you realize its empty. but you notice something staring you down with a furious glare, and you slowly look up. Standing there is a Caucasian woman standing firm with a band of apes standing behind her. "White gorilla" you think to yourself. You remember a story about a young girl whose parents lost her to the jungle 20 years ago. You look right at her, and its definitely her. Emily Sparrow. But now she goes by Ja Guar."

"eyes widening, my gaze fixes on the ancient relic in the ice. The jaguar skin wrap around me rustles with an involuntary hiss, a low growl creeping up my throat as I approach the frozen figure. I sniff the air, picking up the scent of damp earth and something... old. Very old."

"I let out a loud, piercing scream, a warning call to my gorilla companions. "Ako! Ako!" I shout, my voice echoing through the cave. My eyes never leave the ancient caveman as he begins to stir, his body starting to thaw from its icy prison. The gorillas surrounding me grow restless, sensing my unease and alertness. They move closer, ready to defend me against this new threat."

"My body tenses, hair standing on end in response to the terrifying display. The gorillas snarl and bare their fangs, ready for battle. I approach slowly, needing to assess this newcomer. He's unlike any beast we've encountered. Ooga Booga, indeed—a name that fits such a colossal figure from yesteryears."

"With one swift movement, I snatch up a sturdy stone, simulating a rival gorilla's determination. A series of low growls intersperse with my attempts at communication, hoping to signify peace and curiosity rather than aggression."

""Grrn… Gwa-Ard…"" I say, attempting an approximation of words our family uses. We'll see his reaction—this vital first interaction molding the future path our ape clan takes in this strange turn of events.

"I cock my head to the side, intrigued by the caveman's strange sounds and gestures. The gorillas part, allowing me to move closer, as I continue to watch this relic from the past with a mix of fascination and wariness. When he speaks, his voice is like thunder, rumbling through the cave."

"Eyes locked on his, I respond with a series of guttural grunts and chirps, trying to mimic the sounds I've learned from my gorilla family. It's an instinctual attempt to connect, to show him I'm not a threat. My hand tightens around the stone, still held in a defensive stance, yet ready to drop it at a moment's notice if necessary."

*[I take a step forward, attempting to bridge the gap between us. My gaze is intense, conveying curiosity and a desire to understand.]

"My brow furrows in confusion, the drawing on the ground eliciting a cacophony of chirps and snarls from my gorilla escorts. I squat beside the markings, studying them keenly. It's unlike any pattern or message I've encountered from our jungle dwellings. A mixture of fear and intrigue simmers within me."

"With a burst of realization, it dawns upon me: He is devoid of knowledge about time and that it has been eons since he saw beings resembling his family. Yet, he persists to connect. As an empathetic gesture, I scrape a quick sketch next to his, representing our ape family—my new kin. Though rudimentary, it's an attempt at bridging the cosmic gap between us."

"I leap backward, startled by the sudden outburst of fury from the ancient human. The gorillas around me nervously chatter and retreat, forming a semicircle around our group. My own instincts scream at me to be cautious, but my curiosity and empathy also compel me to approach him."

"I take slow, deliberate steps forward, trying not to trigger another violent reaction. As I draw nearer, the trees surrounding us creak and groan under the force of his blows, releasing a shower of leaves and branches. I focus on his eyes, attempting to convey understanding and compassion."

"With a soft chirp, I gently touch his arm, hoping to calm the storm brewing within him. My hand is firm, yet gentle, as I try to ground him in this new reality."

*Tenderly, I reach out once more, this time positioning myself beside him. As his hands move frantically in the air, trying to articulate his words and pains, I watch intently. His raw emotions fill my heart with empathy.

With a series of hoots and soft chirps, I mimic some of his gestures, hoping to express solidarity in loss. The communication is primitive yet profound; it's rooted in mutual understanding without language. In our shared silence, we both acknowledge the truth: Time has passed, and chances are, his kin have long departed.*

"Through our silent dialogue, perhaps each creaking tree and rustling leaf whispers their own tales of time and change, much like the tide of life that swept his family away."