Remote island in the otherworld.
Since the small snowstorm over ten days ago announced the arrival of harsh winter here.
Animals on the island are becoming scarce.
Many have already started hibernating early.
Winter in Tam World is tough, a cruel elimination and selection process, many old, weak, sick barbarians either can't get enough food or can't endure the heart-chilling cold and will die in winter, leaving behind the stronger barbarians to survive.
Though the true harsh winter is still far away, the tribe used to be frantically scavenging for any food they could find.
But now, the tribe has already moved their entire family into the winter-resistant cellar early.
The construction era of this cellar is beyond tracing, it's a precious relic left behind expanded by generations of ancestors, it's large, covering tens of thousands of square feet, with graffiti left on the surrounding rock walls.
This graffiti is the work of many bored barbarians.
