What were those dinosaurs truly about? Those brutish Neanderthals—shadowy echoes lingering in caves? The Stone Age figures, sculpted crudely from blood and bone? Those primitive hunter-gatherers, wandering endlessly in the cold, waiting desperately for extinction? Nobody knows. Perhaps they were mere prototypes, grotesque rough drafts abandoned by a creator unsatisfied with His monstrous work—early sketches of humanity, discarded and buried beneath the merciless sands of time.