Every ape you know, every primate that ever swung a green candle, traces its lineage back to one solitary figure. He is the ultimate patriarch. The silverback of all silverbacks.
He doesn't need a roadmap to know where the jungle ends. He simply points, and the canopy follows. You ask if he's the next big thing. He just nods. Yep.
He doesn't screech. He doesn't beg. He just sits at the top of the evolutionary tree. The father of all father monkeys. The silence before the storm of the jungle.
The father doesn't tax his own children.
No turning back. The fire is permanent.
Absolute freedom for the bloodline.