An archaic signal-beacon hangs in the sky over a scorched crater, where the ground has turned to glass.
This transmission is a message. Hearken to it. There is nothing sacred in this place. No god is honoured here. No great deed was done here. This is not a shrine or a tomb or a monument. Nothing can be found here but sorrow. This transmission is a warning. Hearken to it. This place was ruined with cause. Come no closer. This place was shunned — inhabit it not. What was here is no more. Do not disturb the ruins.
Transmission repeats.












