The shepherds did not have a word for the strange pillars that jutted skyward out of the barren desert. Instead, they believed the entire area was holy, both a place of giving and taking, a place of gods. They did not talk about the area. It simply was. A sacred site does not need a name; for believers, it doesn't arise in conversations - just in mutual thoughts. Those who discovered it understand. The people who came upon it, directly or by accident, were given gifts. Sometimes, the presents were insanity, and sometimes enlightenment. Occasionally, they were granted sight and, with that, the desire to become shepherds. As with their brethren, they did not have a word for the odd pillars that projected upwards to the heavens from the empty desert; they were merely unknown gift-givers in a sacred area without a name.