All across the land they journeyed to see the miracle. The great stone monolith that had risen out of the ground one morning, etched with a language that nobody understood; the slab was constantly surrounded by worshipers and linguists who would kneel or study, and after a time it became difficult to tell them apart. Eventually, the harsh weather that followed the emergence of the monolith wore away the writing, and the crowds dwindled, until all that was left was a rock and a legend and a small boy who would often climb the rock and perch upon it and daydream of a land that nobody has ever seen yet all will see.