To all visitors to the ruins of Andra Landing Battle

Scavengers, take heed:
Yes, there are wartime Legacies scattered along this beach-modules, armor, even unopened supply crates. But beside every "treasure," you may find an unexploded shell, a malfunctioning relic, or a cloud of poison gas.
Marco. Eri. Jokebo. They once walked this shore, confident as you are. Now, all that remains of them... are their names.

Before you step forward, ask yourself:
Can you tell a dud shell from a supply cache?
Can you recognize the sickly-sweet stench of toxic mist?
Can you guarantee that come sunrise, your friends won't be reading your name to an empty sky?

Mourners, this is not your altar:
True remembrance belongs in the Statue of the Hero. If your grief burns unquenched...
Write to the Council!
(Scrawl with the angriest pen, the clumsiest letters, and ask them when they plan to clean up this battlefield rot.)

Tourists, eyes up:
The giant golem arm is the safest place for a scenic view.
You'll see the whole battlefield-and still have all your limbs to go home with.
Still tempted to touch the sands below? Think of the ones who vanished, whose bodies grew suddenly half as light.

Cove, Survivor of Asterleeds Independence War