I brush aside one leaf, and I see writing scratched onto the rock wall behind it. Fascinated, I peer at the lettering. It looks a bit like Homeworld, but an archaic version. Is this old Sakh? If I turn that letter and add a swirl here, it could spell “MAINTENANCE.” Or it might spell something else entirely. It’s been a few years since I’ve had to practice my Homeworld script. I lift a few more leaves and there’s an arrow pointing toward the waterfall. Interesting.
