There are these stones on Filax; tapered obelisks three meters tall, covered in inscriptions. There’s a whole cottage industry of scientists and linguists camped out around them trying to figure out what it says, but nobody has a clue.
There’s a guy who’s convinced a lot of it’s math, but he can’t prove it yet. There’s another guy who’s created a religion around it. He’s selling merchandise.
Ask a Filaxian, and he’ll tell you: “Hey, they’re just stones, man. We didn’t make them. They’ve never really done anything interesting. They just sit there. We can’t figure out why anyone cares.”