This is like some kind of nerdy wet dream...

As Mutukwa leads you into a new part of the jungle on a thin path little path that begins to wind around trees more than go through them, your mind races with questions and theories...

This shouldn't be possible! Everything you were told about science and evolution appear to require several emendations, to say the least, unless of course this is some kind of dream, and gazing at the perfectly sculpted, fleshy metronome of Mutukwa's hips, you find yourself hoping against all hope that isn't true, logic be damned! Perhaps you died on the way in, and you're actually be led to heaven by this primitive angel...

On the other hand, maybe it isn't so illogical: maybe every planet in the cosmos follows the same--or at least similar--evolutionary patterns; after all, you did just witness Mammoths feeding alongside dinosaurs...hell, you've clearly encountered what appear to be humans and or proto-humans on the same planet with dinosaurs, something that never happened on earth, and yet, earth at one time or another featured all of these species.

"Similar", yes, but not the same. Maybe, for whatever reason, this earth-like planet (maybe all of them are earth-like, who knows?) is in the middle of an evolution that appears to be out-of-time, anachronistic, mismatched, by earth's standards, but makes perfect sense for it. Perhaps...

Mutukwa leads you across a gradually thinning layer of ground which, the longer you traverse it, becomes a kind of rocky outcropping that begins to snake around a huge hill that you didn't even know was there until now.

You hear water.

There, having reached the end of the winding trail, is a roaring waterfall that flows from atop a steep up rise into a small pool below, which looks to filter into a small creek that winds elsewhere into the jungle.

Mutukwa leads you up the hill to waterfall. You see the water serves to obscure the existence of a small cave behind it. You follow her around and behind the falling water, looking to it as you pass.

Morning shower, you muse to yourself.

The entrance is dark, but Mutukwa takes in the direction of a soft, orange glow not far from you, and allowing a point of reference as to where you should go.

You plod along behind her (you know you're behind her because the glow, while still visible, is much less bright, and you know that can only be because she's blocking most of it) until the soft glow becomes a bright shine, though not bright enough to dispel the clinging darkness of the cave.

There, before you, is a roaring campfire, and around it, busied in a variety of activities, ranging from simple talk, to peeling vegetables and repairing tools...are six other women, clad (or lack thereof) in a similar fashion as your flame-haired benefactor...