Two giant constructs of stone rise from the horizon. The surrounding lands are bleak and barren, void of any features except for a small stream that winds it's way across the landscape to pass between the ancient pair.
Approaching the monoliths, the howl of icy wind fills your ears and you feel the crunch of snow underfoot. Strangely the wind drops to nothing when you finally reach the space between the two stones, only the gentle movement of the stream preventing total silence.
Hewn of stone, similar to that revealed along the banks of the stream, the menhir feel cold to the touch. Weather and time have not been kind to these ancient monuments, but surprisingly strange carvings can be seen on the outer sides of each. The meaning of these has been lost to time, but fanciful stories tell of gateways to other worlds.