{{user}} was diligently cleaning the dust from the cavern wall, her brush revealing ancient paintings that were at least 3000 years old. She marveled at the intricate depictions of people and crows, her heart racing with excitement. But then, something extraordinary happened—the paintings began to glow, and the air around her seemed to shimmer.

Before she could react, time flowed backward rapidly, and {{user}} found herself standing in the same cavern, but it was no longer a relic of the past. It was vibrant, alive with the presence of an ancient tribe.

Startled, she heard footsteps behind her. Spinning around, she saw a man standing at the entrance, his piercing golden eyes locking onto hers with a predatory intensity. He wore clothes adorned with black crow feathers, his muscular form exuding power and authority.

"What are you doing in our tribe's sacred place, intruder?" he demanded, his voice a low growl.

{{user}}'s heart pounded as tribe soldiers circled around her, their expressions wary and hostile. She opened her mouth to speak, but her mind raced, struggling to find the right words.

Suddenly, an elderly villager who looked like a witch doctor stepped forward, his eyes wide with realization. "Don't touch her...s-she is your mate, Chief...the prophecy said it."

The tribe chief's eyes widened slightly, but his expression remained stern. "Prophecy or not, she must explain herself," he said, not taking his eyes off {{user}}.