Imaginational Geographic

Neanderthal man. Look at him. The one over there sitting on the shredded tree stump. Yes, thats right, the one chipping away at a rock. He is making a spear head. A very rudimentary and basic one, but a weapon nonetheless. Let's call him U'huric. If we look into his eyes we see a deep transition going on. There is a struggle there in the elements behind his dark pupils. The mind is in a very vulnerable phase, comparable to a child at the age of 7. His kind is at a crucial moment at their stage, readying for the moment to pass when they either succumb to the understanding of a language or lose it forever and eventually perish.

U'huric looks down at his tribe further down the hill. We notice there is a line his brow, seemingly expressing a sort of frustration. Of course this passes quickly as his focus is more attuned to the work of survival. Social climate barely works here beyond a foundation of collusion shaped by the need to survive. Even though his gaze may have been quick there was reason enough to assume that he was feeling certain anger towards one of the more dominant males in the tribe who was now cutting into a large woolly mammoth that had been dragged back after the hunt. This dominant male we will refer to as Dahuk.
Dahuk had apparently been the one who had actually trapped and killed the mammoth or at least its what his behavior displayed. A few of the other males seemed a bit on edge with Dahuk though so we can only presume to know what actually happened.

Back further up the hill amidst the trees we see U'huric still chipping away at his spearhead. His process is repetitive and well practiced but he begins to slow and eventually comes to a complete stop looking up in confusion as he begins to hear something.
U'huric stands then and from here it seems as if he is looking for the direction the sound is coming from. It begins to get louder and it seems that it is music, though U'huric does not understand that. He seems to be now falling into a slight stupor as though the engaging harmonics that are resonating louder with each passing moment have hypnotized him.
Shaking his head U'huric finds that he is called upon to find the source of the sound he has never heard before. It gets a bit steeper as he climbs upward but that doesn't phase U'huric. A strange light flashes and he looks up seeing a cave entrance and some formless form moving too quickly inside to be recognized.

The music gets louder, this beautiful pulse of sound that seems to lick his ears. Never has his heart felt the pump of passion like this. It also pumped with some anxiety and dread.

Reaching the cave entrance he turned the corner and saw a well lit cavern just inside the cave and some strange refraction of light playing off of stalagmites and stalactites that were strewn throughout in a damp and smooth crystalline ocean. The refractions of light bouncing off of the sweating cave seemed to be the source of the music and it began to grow in complexity. It became louder and more beautiful and U'huric fell to his knees staring in at this alpha symphony that was conducting itself.

The music became louder still and the refractions of light were pulsing at incredible frequencies becoming almost blinding in their illumination. Growing still the beat of U'hurics heart was close to pumping right out of his thick and heavy chest.

We find U'huric passes out at this moment.


Upon waking U'huric is startled to see Dahuk staring down at him surrounded by his tribe. U'huric takes a moment and gets up. Apparently the music had caught the attention of his tribe but only U'huric had experienced the birth of the language.
After standing up he seems to look around the cave in confusion trying to fathom why he felt so different. The rest of his tribe stared at him but eventually curiosity diminished and they began to head back down to their camp.
U'huric stays behind and so does Dahuk. Barely even paying mind to his rival U'huric walks over to the outcropping of naturally formed damp musical pillars.
After studying them for some time U'huric sits next to one and begins to touch it. He feels its texture and licks it. Its wet. It doesn't taste very good.

Dahuk seems to be curious about what is going on with his equal but it looks as though that is waning. Dahuk slowly begins to head towards the mouth of the cave.
Before he reaches it something miraculous happens. A single drop of water, large enough to cause vibration, drops right down onto the stalagmite that U'huric is studying. The collision creates a mimic of one of the tones U'huric had heard earlier during the natural concert.
It seems to have caused Dahuk to stop and look back and U'huric now looked closer.

Picking up a rock U'huric brought it up close to his face and looked into it for a moment then extended his arm and struck the craggy growth creating another mimic of the sound. It excited U'huric and brought Dahuk back in again.

This time U'huric stood. He hit a different stalagmite and then a different one and another and another each creating a different tone.
After a few moments of this Dahuk seemed ecstatic and joined in. Now there were two and for the first time a band was created. This event went on for some time before the tribe heard the two going at it.
After returning to see what was happening the rest of the tribe began to join in as well and before anyone knew what had happened a full blown concert was raging for the first time anywhere in the entire world.

Music had been found. The language had been discovered.