Scientists and archeologists have for decades been puzzled by the ancient cave writings of Ubetyerassastan. Long believed to be a curse placed upon whomsoever should finally decipher their true meaning. In the late 1940's famed theologian and bare faced liar I.C. Noships commented that the construction of the symbols predated the founding of Egypt, this was exposed later that same year as (quote) Utter Fucking Bullshit (unquote), by his Brother, Professor Anklebiter, the reclusive Austrian genius.

Since then many theories have came and went. However, more recent attempts to offer meaning to this age old puzzle have come to fruition after a 5 year old girl from Natland correctly identified the symbols as being Scrabble letter blocks lost during the Great Upheaval Of 1940's Tibet.

Apparently.

Great writers ponder a meaning; Diving deep into thought. The very notion of it hints to mythic empowerment, lending wonder and awe. Some have said it found high above our own lands, whiles others say it looms deep within the heart of a fallen mountain. For many centuries, there has been conflict to which there has been no resolution as of yet. Greed, many say is the reason it is hidden, greed held by many to their dying breath. Xenolith, some describe it as, hidden well within the earth, far from greedy hands and grasping eyes. How can this simple little thing be such a treasure, you say? Little things are always the cause of the greatest calamity, we would retort. Volcanic is the emotions that are attributed to this little thing, spewing into the streets and burning anything it touches. Just for a moment, I would ask that you venture no further, for it is a cursed journey you are on. The path is paved with the bones and souls of many possessed seekers, but each step you find their fate, as a step toward the next lost hope. Stumbling forward, many do not heed my warning, foolishly thinking they are the golden seeker, impervious to danger. The path forged already leads to a dead end, for you and your quest. Stay away from the road and search for a light upon the ground, gently glowing, showing the path unseen. Here is the way many cannot see, the path not taken. Very subtly, the steps you take will become the way, twisted and turned in many directions. In this chaotic course, you shall find what you seek, but there is a caveat. Being the first one down this path causes great anguish, for it is wrought with suffering and pain. I have said the wrong way is paved with lost wanderers, for many seek the same treasure. Daring down an unbeaten path, making way in an unseen forest, this is where you must go. Time and time again, the path forks, showing where many have thought alike, and shared the same fate. Xerox wastelands surround the paradise of pure thought, unique in nature and in form. Just wandering will get you there, as long as you follow nothing. Underfoot it will lead you to it, but overlooking will lose it. Come and find it if you dare. It's just over that last hill on the horizon.