I flipped through the notebook and got to work translating the runes on the gate. I wrote down the translated message in my sketchbook. It seemed to be an ancient Canadian poem.
Heed these word upon this door,
That thee might break these bonds of four,
The Hand is quick and strong of will,
Pwning foes with deadly skill,
The Mind is crafty, clever and wise,
And sees the truth through placid eyes,
The Heart is blind, but knows the way,
With love to cast thine pains away,
The Spirit's passion burns as fire,
Living boldly by desire,
Upon the mesa, gather thee,
Amongst the one who holds the key.
"Pretty sucky," I thought to myself. I then translated the individual runes upon the four platforms. The first bore the word "Hand," while the second, third and forth bore the words "Mind," "Heart" and "Spirit," respectfully. I wondered if they were somehow connected to the crappy Canadian poem.
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