At the height of the Selknam extermination, at the beginning of the 20th century, some "lucky ones" were transferred to the Salesian missions distributed in Patagonia, installed there with the purpose of evangelizing them. However, not all of them were able to adapt to the culture that the white man wanted to impose on them, permanently yearning to return to their beloved and invaded Tierra del Fuego. At the San Rafael Arcángel mission, located on Dawson Island, many of the refugees ended up succumbing to disease and filling the mass graves dug in the cold to receive their remains. Others, who did not have the patience to wait for death, fled in the hope of recovering that way of life that had died out long before their people. What happened to them? Did they perish like the rest of their people, only to endure in the history texts? Perhaps not everyone was so lucky. Perhaps, in some remote place of Southern Chile, lost among the Patagonian fjords, the only refuge that was able to shelter those who escaped from the mission rises. Perhaps they, with the help of their ancestral divinities, managed to find a new home to survive ... and evolve.