In some worlds there lie, in hidden, or forgotten areas, remnants of creatures of such great monumental size and power, that we can barely fathom what they once were. Sometimes we imagine these magnificent creatures to be gods, or even titans. Perhaps battling each other for the sake of our creation. Maybe we tell the stories right; maybe the stories are nothing more then that... stories. Some of those remnants have been found on occasion. Often times such relics become pieces of worship. Other times the go unrecognized, or simply without notice. Sometimes they become transformed to suit our wants or needs. This particular one, the horn of some unknown creature, has been carved out, and refashioned into a lighthouse. A beacon of man, unwittingly marking the memorial of a lost megalithic beast of an unimagined world.