Residents traveling far beyond the established trade routes have begun reporting unusual landmarks scattered across the wilderness. While most dismiss these as exaggerations, a few seasoned explorers insist there is a pattern waiting to be uncovered.
One caravan leader described passing two towering stone pillars, standing side by side like silent sentinels. Not far beyond them, he found more than a handful of weathered signposts, each pointing in conflicting directions, as if deliberately trying to confuse travelers. Continuing onward, he recalled discovering six abandoned campfires, long extinguished but arranged in a strangely deliberate formation.
Further accounts mention a steep descent into a valley where the air grows thin and quiet. A journal recovered from a lost explorer noted that he paused there at precisely 59 steps down from the ridge before continuing his search.
The final clue may lie in the direction itself. Multiple witnesses warn against heading westward, instead urging adventurers to follow the rising sun deep into the frontier. One cryptic note simply reads: “From the city of flowers you must trek towards the volcano whose molten heart forges diamonds in a blazing dance of fire and stone.”
As for distance, the most peculiar detail comes from a cartographer who insists the location is far beyond ordinary travel. He estimated the journey at roughly two thousand, six hundred paces east, before veering sharply into the unknown. East from where? From the birthplace of all? Stranger still, his notes repeatedly reference traveling four thousand paces north or south, though which direction remains unclear.
Whether these accounts are truth or myth, one thing is certain: something waits to be found for those clever enough to piece the trail together.