A road, on a hill. More of a dirt track, leading away from the distant city of Elementia. More specifically, from the burnt and blackened heart of the quarter once known as Pyratic. There is nobody on the road as far as the eye can see. The clouds hang lifeless in the air, there is no wind. There is no sound.
The only thing to be seen is a massive granite block at the very crest of the hill, Tall, imposing, black. The beauty of the seams and crystals is broken only by two words engraved on it:
“Writers Block”