Let's see...how did it begin? Ah yes, I remember. The wind swept low over the moor, sharp and relentless, cutting through my jacket like needles of ice. I crouched beside the newly unearthed stone, my gloved fingers brushing delicately over the ancient carvings. The spiraling symbols seemed to hum with significance, as though the stone itself was alive, whispering secrets from a world long buried.