My tribe is renowned for its stone records since the plains were still an ocean.
We are probably the only ones who have our entire history recorded not in songs, but in drawings.
This practice has been passed down from generation to generation.
But my people underestimate the power of records.
They use it to count cattle (which no longer exist) and days to predict the seasons. But my mother taught me that these drawings can be used for much more. When we were still a prosperous city, drawings were used so that people from other tribes with different languages could understand us. I think this is the key to getting out of misery, we must find a way to transform an entire language into drawings. This is what my mother started and that I will end and if the sun god blesses me with children, they passed this technique on.
So from now on, I will record each step, which I take and each fruit that I eat on these walls and on any walls that I find on my way. If you are seeing these pictures now and understanding the message they want to send, then my mission was a success.
These are the records of Urbi's life, me.