Imagine snow and cold, nothing but the whistling of a wind. That was Japan, wild and empty, 30,000 years ago. Somewhere in the shadow of those tall mountains, they carved stone, shaped little figures: maybe gods, maybe dreams, maybe nightmares. This art wasn’t about show: it was about survival, ritual, a way to hold on to meaning in that endless, cold night.
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