Be a Primitive Man for One Day
— Part Two: The Whisper Beneath the Stone
The afternoon slipped away like blood into dark water.
The heat had peeled itself off the stones, and the sky sagged low, thick with the sigh of a world remembering something it would rather forget.
You stumbled along the base of Gunung Padang, the towering basalt teeth gnashing silently above you.
Something gnawed back—an unease threading through your r…