On this lush plain land where the grasses are caressed by the gentle wind, rocks of unreasonable sizes scattered yet surrounded by the cool fog. Some enormous rocks are carved with runes that no one knows. No one knows who carved them,  nor does anyone know who left them. The archeologists tried to decipher them since a long ago, but they all ended up failing, so did as those modern magicians. Perhaps those are something related to some kind of ancient magic.