👎︎⚐︎👍︎❄︎⚐︎☼︎

Am I the only one who noticed this painting of Odysseus, his crew, and Polyphemus because I recognised that just now

Also I searched up some Greek pottery stuff and found this

but what could these all mean?

find the final 8 pieces of this puzzle.

once you do, I will as always ask for your conclusion on the answer.

after I am satisfied

From what I'm seeing and understanding, the various images/paintings the man has collage together correspond to different "participants" on this "experiment" of his.

For now, the ones I'm most sure of are Blue and Yellow corresponding to the myth of the Theseus vs the Minotaur of Minos.

Maybe the whole "metamorphosis" part has to do with Battat and Starz? Although that one seems to go hand and hand with the Chinese myth Battat mentioned (of which I haven't read anything yet sadly).

But also, there is that image the man posted of Theseus fighting the minotaur overlayed with the painting of the woman having a nightmare, and it almost looks like Theseus is slaying the woman instead...

IDK MAN. THIS IS KINDA CRAZY. Just wanted to share my thoughts with you tehehe.

(Omg and let's not forget that Hope and Seth are also involved in this???!!)

interesting... i always assumed the metamorphosis stuff was for blue

https://youtu.be/Gu9dVh7uEeM

- @entry-number17

[OOC: JHARIAH MENTIONED HOLLYYYYY SHIT YOURE SO FUCKING RIGHT !!!!!!!!!

“…hello? Mister? Are you there?”

@knife-fan

[*The study is quiet. There’s nobody in here, of course. other than you. there shouldn’t be.]

[*Or, was that a rustling of papers in the corner?]

[*A trembling pen?]

[*Nothing has moved. everything is the same as when you walked into the room.]

[*Or is it?]

(Aqua pouted slightly, not out of frustration, but out of paranoia. Maybe she could do something to talk to him?)

(It was then she recalled the pen in her pocket. She took it out, grabbed one of Seth’s papers, and started writing on it, getting help from the cipher on the wall.)

“…uuu… I-is this ok?”

[*Slowly, a message appeared below where it was—where it had been just moments ago.]

[*The ink is hot,

“☟︎☜︎☹︎☹︎⚐︎📬︎

:)”.]

(Right under the message, she wrote out something else.)

✌︎☼︎☜︎ ✡︎⚐︎🕆︎ ✌︎ ☞︎☼︎✋︎☜︎☠︎👎︎ ⚐︎☞︎ 💧︎☜︎❄︎☟︎✍︎

[*And then another message! As your writing disappears, ink scrawls itself into place below to form it’s invitation,

“✡︎☜︎💧︎📬︎

👎︎⚐︎ ✡︎⚐︎🕆︎ 🕈︎✌︎☠︎❄︎ ❄︎⚐︎ 👌︎☜︎ ☞︎☼︎✋︎☜︎☠︎👎︎💧︎

✌︎💧︎ 🕈︎☜︎☹︎☹︎✍︎”.]

[*The paper is colder.]

(Once again, Aqua wrote down her answer on the paper, finding she had to look up at the cipher less and less as the symbols became more legible for her.)

[*Replacing the previous statement, the ink once more takes form.

“💣︎✡︎ 💧︎☜︎👍︎⚐︎☠︎👎︎ ☞︎✌︎✞︎⚐︎☼︎✋︎❄︎☜︎ ☟︎⚐︎👌︎👌︎✡︎

✋︎💧︎ ☝︎✌︎☼︎👎︎☜︎☠︎✋︎☠︎☝︎📬︎

🕈︎⚐︎🕆︎☹︎👎︎ ✡︎⚐︎🕆︎ ☹︎✋︎😐︎☜︎ ❄︎⚐︎ ☝︎☼︎⚐︎🕈︎ ✌︎ 🏱︎☹︎✌︎☠︎❄︎ 🕈︎✋︎❄︎☟︎ 💣︎☜︎📪︎

☞︎☼︎✋︎☜︎☠︎👎︎✍︎

🕈︎☜︎ 🕈︎✋︎☹︎☹︎ ☟︎✌︎✞︎☜︎ ❄︎⚐︎ 👍︎⚐︎☹︎☹︎☜︎👍︎❄︎

✋︎☠︎☝︎☼︎☜︎👎︎✋︎☜︎☠︎❄︎💧︎📬︎”]

✡︎☜︎💧︎📬︎ ❄︎☟︎✌︎❄︎ 💧︎☜︎☜︎☠︎💧︎ ☹︎✋︎😐︎☜︎ 💧︎⚐︎ 💣︎🕆︎👍︎☟︎ ☞︎🕆︎☠︎📬︎ 🕈︎☟︎✌︎❄︎ 👎︎⚐︎ 🕈︎☜︎ ☠︎☜︎☜︎👎︎✍︎ ✌︎☼︎☜︎ 🕈︎☜︎ ☝︎⚐︎✋︎☠︎☝︎ ❄︎⚐︎ 🏱︎☹︎✌︎✡︎ ☟︎⚐︎❄︎ ✌︎☠︎👎︎ 👍︎⚐︎☹︎👎︎ ✌︎☝︎✌︎✋︎☠︎ ⚐︎☼︎ 🕈︎✋︎☹︎☹︎ ✡︎⚐︎🕆︎ ❄︎☜︎☹︎☹︎ 💣︎☜︎ 🕈︎☟︎☜︎☼︎☜︎ ❄︎⚐︎ ☝︎⚐︎✍︎

✌︎☠︎👎︎ ✡︎⚐︎🕆︎ 🕈︎✋︎☹︎☹︎ ☝︎✌︎❄︎☟︎☜︎☼︎ ✋︎❄︎📬︎” it says, inked words making its way onto the paper.]

[*It continued,

“☟︎⚐︎🕈︎ 👎︎⚐︎☜︎💧︎ ❄︎☟︎✌︎❄︎ 💧︎⚐︎🕆︎☠︎👎︎✍︎

👌︎🕆︎❄︎,

❄︎☟︎☜︎☼︎☜︎ ✌︎☼︎☜︎ ❄︎🕈︎⚐︎ ☼︎🕆︎☹︎☜︎💧︎📬︎

✌︎☠︎👎︎ ✡︎⚐︎🕆︎ 💣︎🕆︎💧︎❄︎ 🏱︎✋︎☠︎😐︎✡︎ 🏱︎☼︎⚐︎💣︎✋︎💧︎☜︎

✡︎⚐︎🕆︎ 🕈︎✋︎☹︎☹︎ ☠︎⚐︎❄︎ 👍︎☟︎☜︎✌︎❄︎

⚐︎😐︎✍︎”.]

[*How fun! How joyous. Group gardening is always a wonderful bonding experience.]

[*It awaits your response.]

(Hastily, she wrote back.)

❄︎☟︎✌︎❄︎ 💧︎⚐︎🕆︎☠︎👎︎💧︎ ☝︎☼︎☜︎✌︎❄︎ 💣︎✋︎💧︎❄︎☜︎☼︎✏︎ ✋︎ 🏱︎☼︎⚐︎💣︎✋︎💧︎☜︎ ✋︎ 🕈︎⚐︎☠︎❄︎ 👍︎☟︎☜︎✌︎❄︎✏︎ 🕈︎☟︎✌︎❄︎ ✌︎☼︎☜︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎ ❄︎🕈︎⚐︎ ☼︎🕆︎☹︎☜︎💧︎✍︎

[*Smiled? Notepads can’t smile. Perhaps it was the pen, then? Or the ink inside? No matter—your penpal had smiled back.]

[*”🕈︎⚐︎☠︎👎︎☜︎☼︎☞︎🕆︎☹︎✏︎” It read, smiling upon you.]

[*The text disappeared, like water drying in the sun, before continuing,

“✡︎⚐︎🕆︎ 💣︎🕆︎💧︎❄︎ 👍︎⚐︎☹︎☹︎☜︎👍︎❄︎ ✌︎☠︎👎︎ 👎︎⚐︎ ☜︎✞︎☜︎☼︎✡︎❄︎☟︎✋︎☠︎☝︎ ✋︎ ✋︎☠︎💧︎❄︎☼︎🕆︎👍︎❄︎📬︎

✋︎❄︎ ✋︎💧︎ 💧︎✋︎💣︎✋︎☹︎✌︎☼︎ ❄︎⚐︎

✌︎ 💧︎✋︎💣︎⚐︎☠︎ 💧︎✌︎✡︎💧︎ 💧︎👍︎✌︎✞︎☜︎☠︎☝︎☜︎☼︎

☟︎🕆︎☠︎❄︎📬︎

✌︎☠︎👎︎ ✡︎⚐︎🕆︎ 💣︎🕆︎💧︎❄︎ ☠︎☜︎✞︎☜︎☼︎ ❄︎☜︎☹︎☹︎ ✌︎☠︎✡︎⚐︎☠︎☜︎ ☜︎☹︎💧︎☜︎ 🕈︎☟︎✌︎❄︎ 🕈︎☜︎ ✌︎☼︎☜︎ 🏱︎☹︎✌︎✡︎✋︎☠︎☝︎ ☟︎☜︎☼︎☜︎ ⚐︎☼︎ ✋︎❄︎💧︎ ☼︎🕆︎☹︎☜︎💧︎📬︎

✋︎❄︎ 🕈︎⚐︎🕆︎☹︎👎︎ ☼︎🕆︎✋︎☠︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎ 💧︎🕆︎☼︎🏱︎☼︎✋︎💧︎☜︎

👎︎☜︎✌︎☼︎ 🏱︎☜︎☠︎🏱︎✌︎☹︎

⚐︎☞︎ 🕈︎☟︎✌︎❄︎ 🕈︎☜︎ ✌︎☼︎☜︎ ☝︎☼︎⚐︎🕈︎✋︎☠︎☝︎✏︎

👎︎⚐︎☜︎💧︎ ❄︎☟︎✌︎❄︎ 💣︎✌︎😐︎☜︎ 💧︎☜︎☠︎💧︎☜︎✍︎”.]

[*The ink is starting to run out near the end. He sure wrote a lot.]

(After flapping her sleeves a bit, she picked up the pen and hastily wrote down a reply, her smile only growing as her penpal told her about the game.)

✡︎☜︎💧︎✏︎ ✋︎❄︎ 💧︎⚐︎🕆︎☠︎👎︎💧︎ 💧︎⚐︎ ☞︎🕆︎☠︎📪︎ ✌︎ 💧︎☜︎👍︎☼︎☜︎❄︎ 💧︎👍︎✌︎✞︎☜︎☠︎☝︎☜︎☼︎ ☟︎🕆︎☠︎❄︎✏︎ ✋︎ 👍︎✌︎☠︎❄︎ 🕈︎✌︎✋︎❄︎ ❄︎⚐︎ 💧︎☜︎☜︎ 🕈︎☟︎✌︎❄︎ 🕈︎☜︎ ☝︎☼︎⚐︎🕈︎✏︎ 🕈︎☟︎✌︎❄︎ 👎︎⚐︎ ✋︎ ☟︎✌︎✞︎☜︎ ❄︎⚐︎ 👎︎⚐︎ ☞︎✋︎☼︎💧︎❄︎✍︎

[*Once the text is again removed, it flows as if the pen was full, explaining your first clue—

“❄︎☟︎☜︎ ☞︎✋︎☼︎💧︎❄︎ 💧︎✋︎💣︎🏱︎☹︎☜︎ ✋︎❄︎☜︎💣︎

⚐︎☠︎ ⚐︎🕆︎☼︎ 🏱︎☹︎✌︎☠︎❄︎📫︎👌︎✌︎💧︎☜︎👎︎ ☝︎☼︎⚐︎👍︎☜︎☼︎✡︎ ☹︎✋︎💧︎❄︎🖴︎

✋︎ 👍︎✌︎☠︎ ☞︎✌︎☹︎☹︎ 👌︎🕆︎❄︎ 👍︎✌︎☠︎☠︎⚐︎❄︎ 💧︎❄︎✌︎☠︎👎︎

✋︎ 👍︎✌︎☠︎ 👌︎☜︎☠︎👎︎ ✌︎☠︎👎︎ ☞︎⚐︎☹︎👎︎

🕈︎☟︎☜︎☠︎ ✋︎ ✌︎💣︎ 🕆︎💧︎☜︎👎︎ ❄︎⚐︎ 👍︎⚐︎💣︎💣︎🕆︎☠︎✋︎👍︎✌︎❄︎☜︎

✋︎ 💧︎⚐︎💣︎☜︎❄︎✋︎💣︎☜︎💧︎ ☝︎☼︎⚐︎🕈︎ 👍︎⚐︎☹︎👎︎📬︎

✡︎⚐︎🕆︎ 💣︎✌︎✡︎ ☠︎☜︎☜︎👎︎ ☪︎☜︎☼︎⚐︎

❄︎⚐︎ 💧︎☟︎⚐︎🕈︎ ☜︎💣︎🏱︎❄︎✡︎ 💧︎☹︎✌︎❄︎☜︎

👌︎🕆︎❄︎ 💣︎✌︎☠︎✡︎ ✌︎☼︎☜︎ ☠︎☜︎☜︎👎︎☜︎👎︎

✋︎☞︎ ✌︎ 💧︎☜︎☜︎👎︎ 🕈︎☜︎ 💧︎☟︎✌︎☹︎☹︎ 💣︎✌︎😐︎☜︎📬︎”.]

[*Small, at the bottom it continues. It’s hard to make out as the ink starts to run dry down here.]

“🕈︎✋︎❄︎☟︎ ❄︎☼︎🕆︎💧︎❄︎📪︎

☞︎☼︎⚐︎💣︎ ✡︎⚐︎🕆︎☼︎ ☞︎☼︎✋︎☜︎☠︎👎︎

“…hello? Mister? Are you there?”

@knife-fan

[*The study is quiet. There’s nobody in here, of course. other than you. there shouldn’t be.]

[*Or, was that a rustling of papers in the corner?]

[*A trembling pen?]

[*Nothing has moved. everything is the same as when you walked into the room.]

[*Or is it?]

(Aqua pouted slightly, not out of frustration, but out of paranoia. Maybe she could do something to talk to him?)

(It was then she recalled the pen in her pocket. She took it out, grabbed one of Seth’s papers, and started writing on it, getting help from the cipher on the wall.)

“…uuu… I-is this ok?”

[*Slowly, a message appeared below where it was—where it had been just moments ago.]

[*The ink is hot,

“☟︎☜︎☹︎☹︎⚐︎📬︎

:)”.]

(Right under the message, she wrote out something else.)

✌︎☼︎☜︎ ✡︎⚐︎🕆︎ ✌︎ ☞︎☼︎✋︎☜︎☠︎👎︎ ⚐︎☞︎ 💧︎☜︎❄︎☟︎✍︎

[*And then another message! As your writing disappears, ink scrawls itself into place below to form it’s invitation,

“✡︎☜︎💧︎📬︎

👎︎⚐︎ ✡︎⚐︎🕆︎ 🕈︎✌︎☠︎❄︎ ❄︎⚐︎ 👌︎☜︎ ☞︎☼︎✋︎☜︎☠︎👎︎💧︎

✌︎💧︎ 🕈︎☜︎☹︎☹︎✍︎”.]

[*The paper is colder.]

(Once again, Aqua wrote down her answer on the paper, finding she had to look up at the cipher less and less as the symbols became more legible for her.)

[*Replacing the previous statement, the ink once more takes form.

“💣︎✡︎ 💧︎☜︎👍︎⚐︎☠︎👎︎ ☞︎✌︎✞︎⚐︎☼︎✋︎❄︎☜︎ ☟︎⚐︎👌︎👌︎✡︎

✋︎💧︎ ☝︎✌︎☼︎👎︎☜︎☠︎✋︎☠︎☝︎📬︎

🕈︎⚐︎🕆︎☹︎👎︎ ✡︎⚐︎🕆︎ ☹︎✋︎😐︎☜︎ ❄︎⚐︎ ☝︎☼︎⚐︎🕈︎ ✌︎ 🏱︎☹︎✌︎☠︎❄︎ 🕈︎✋︎❄︎☟︎ 💣︎☜︎📪︎

☞︎☼︎✋︎☜︎☠︎👎︎✍︎

🕈︎☜︎ 🕈︎✋︎☹︎☹︎ ☟︎✌︎✞︎☜︎ ❄︎⚐︎ 👍︎⚐︎☹︎☹︎☜︎👍︎❄︎

✋︎☠︎☝︎☼︎☜︎👎︎✋︎☜︎☠︎❄︎💧︎📬︎”]

✡︎☜︎💧︎📬︎ ❄︎☟︎✌︎❄︎ 💧︎☜︎☜︎☠︎💧︎ ☹︎✋︎😐︎☜︎ 💧︎⚐︎ 💣︎🕆︎👍︎☟︎ ☞︎🕆︎☠︎📬︎ 🕈︎☟︎✌︎❄︎ 👎︎⚐︎ 🕈︎☜︎ ☠︎☜︎☜︎👎︎✍︎ ✌︎☼︎☜︎ 🕈︎☜︎ ☝︎⚐︎✋︎☠︎☝︎ ❄︎⚐︎ 🏱︎☹︎✌︎✡︎ ☟︎⚐︎❄︎ ✌︎☠︎👎︎ 👍︎⚐︎☹︎👎︎ ✌︎☝︎✌︎✋︎☠︎ ⚐︎☼︎ 🕈︎✋︎☹︎☹︎ ✡︎⚐︎🕆︎ ❄︎☜︎☹︎☹︎ 💣︎☜︎ 🕈︎☟︎☜︎☼︎☜︎ ❄︎⚐︎ ☝︎⚐︎✍︎

✌︎☠︎👎︎ ✡︎⚐︎🕆︎ 🕈︎✋︎☹︎☹︎ ☝︎✌︎❄︎☟︎☜︎☼︎ ✋︎❄︎📬︎” it says, inked words making its way onto the paper.]

[*It continued,

“☟︎⚐︎🕈︎ 👎︎⚐︎☜︎💧︎ ❄︎☟︎✌︎❄︎ 💧︎⚐︎🕆︎☠︎👎︎✍︎

👌︎🕆︎❄︎,

❄︎☟︎☜︎☼︎☜︎ ✌︎☼︎☜︎ ❄︎🕈︎⚐︎ ☼︎🕆︎☹︎☜︎💧︎📬︎

✌︎☠︎👎︎ ✡︎⚐︎🕆︎ 💣︎🕆︎💧︎❄︎ 🏱︎✋︎☠︎😐︎✡︎ 🏱︎☼︎⚐︎💣︎✋︎💧︎☜︎

✡︎⚐︎🕆︎ 🕈︎✋︎☹︎☹︎ ☠︎⚐︎❄︎ 👍︎☟︎☜︎✌︎❄︎

⚐︎😐︎✍︎”.]

[*How fun! How joyous. Group gardening is always a wonderful bonding experience.]

[*It awaits your response.]

(Hastily, she wrote back.)

❄︎☟︎✌︎❄︎ 💧︎⚐︎🕆︎☠︎👎︎💧︎ ☝︎☼︎☜︎✌︎❄︎ 💣︎✋︎💧︎❄︎☜︎☼︎✏︎ ✋︎ 🏱︎☼︎⚐︎💣︎✋︎💧︎☜︎ ✋︎ 🕈︎⚐︎☠︎❄︎ 👍︎☟︎☜︎✌︎❄︎✏︎ 🕈︎☟︎✌︎❄︎ ✌︎☼︎☜︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎ ❄︎🕈︎⚐︎ ☼︎🕆︎☹︎☜︎💧︎✍︎

[*Smiled? Notepads can’t smile. Perhaps it was the pen, then? Or the ink inside? No matter—your penpal had smiled back.]

[*”🕈︎⚐︎☠︎👎︎☜︎☼︎☞︎🕆︎☹︎✏︎” It read, smiling upon you.]

[*The text disappeared, like water drying in the sun, before continuing,

“✡︎⚐︎🕆︎ 💣︎🕆︎💧︎❄︎ 👍︎⚐︎☹︎☹︎☜︎👍︎❄︎ ✌︎☠︎👎︎ 👎︎⚐︎ ☜︎✞︎☜︎☼︎✡︎❄︎☟︎✋︎☠︎☝︎ ✋︎ ✋︎☠︎💧︎❄︎☼︎🕆︎👍︎❄︎📬︎

✋︎❄︎ ✋︎💧︎ 💧︎✋︎💣︎✋︎☹︎✌︎☼︎ ❄︎⚐︎

✌︎ 💧︎✋︎💣︎⚐︎☠︎ 💧︎✌︎✡︎💧︎ 💧︎👍︎✌︎✞︎☜︎☠︎☝︎☜︎☼︎

☟︎🕆︎☠︎❄︎📬︎

✌︎☠︎👎︎ ✡︎⚐︎🕆︎ 💣︎🕆︎💧︎❄︎ ☠︎☜︎✞︎☜︎☼︎ ❄︎☜︎☹︎☹︎ ✌︎☠︎✡︎⚐︎☠︎☜︎ ☜︎☹︎💧︎☜︎ 🕈︎☟︎✌︎❄︎ 🕈︎☜︎ ✌︎☼︎☜︎ 🏱︎☹︎✌︎✡︎✋︎☠︎☝︎ ☟︎☜︎☼︎☜︎ ⚐︎☼︎ ✋︎❄︎💧︎ ☼︎🕆︎☹︎☜︎💧︎📬︎

✋︎❄︎ 🕈︎⚐︎🕆︎☹︎👎︎ ☼︎🕆︎✋︎☠︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎ 💧︎🕆︎☼︎🏱︎☼︎✋︎💧︎☜︎

👎︎☜︎✌︎☼︎ 🏱︎☜︎☠︎🏱︎✌︎☹︎

⚐︎☞︎ 🕈︎☟︎✌︎❄︎ 🕈︎☜︎ ✌︎☼︎☜︎ ☝︎☼︎⚐︎🕈︎✋︎☠︎☝︎✏︎

👎︎⚐︎☜︎💧︎ ❄︎☟︎✌︎❄︎ 💣︎✌︎😐︎☜︎ 💧︎☜︎☠︎💧︎☜︎✍︎”.]

[*The ink is starting to run out near the end. He sure wrote a lot.]

Now I know what's real, what's fake.

https://youtu.be/Gu9dVh7uEeM

- @entry-number17

[OOC: JHARIAH MENTIONED HOLLYYYYY SHIT YOURE SO FUCKING RIGHT !!!!!!!!!

[*Seems like it doesn’t want anybody else to hear.]

- @entry-number17

[ * ... What else is a flower to do than bring the shard out of their pocket and look at it intently, patiently... Walking off to a more private place to listen. ]

[*The first layer.]

[*Glancing inside its glistening shell, there appears to be….]

[*…It’s just Asgores flower shop. You’ve seen this before. Of course you have, you live there. But isn’t it a dark world right now? How does this window work when both the inside and outside take up the same space?]

[*It glimmers at you.]

[*As it moves slightly when you rustle around for your paper and pencil, the view inside moves too. It really does work like a window.]

[*Except, it seems to move how one would in the scale of the light world. You could probably cross the room in the crystal walking ten steps holding it, but that certainly wouldn’t clear the dark world’s distance. So not a direct window. Something more.]

[*It’s almost disorienting.]

[*His TV is still turned around. That must have been Kris’s doing. There’s still no clear evidence as to why, however.]

[*As you explore the room, you realize you can see the flowers. Eight, beautiful flowers all in glass coverings, protected oh so dearly. Your eyes trail across petals of green, orange, yellow, yellow again, aqua, blue, gold, and….]

[*Well, there’s you. A Seth-colored flower sits encased in glass.]

[ * The feeling settles in deeper when their eyes greet the others. They're all there. Not so big anymore.

Each and every color of the rainbow.

And of course, what is a rainbow without- The very last color? ] [ * They're starting to become familiar with the feeling building up inside them, but with no name to put to it yet, they just keep staring. It's them. Encased. Trapped. Not so big anymore, either. ] [ * You tend to forget how small and fragile you are when you're practically sleeping in the dream of a Dark World. ]

[ * ...The feeling isn't a good one. ]

[*Or maybe if you were to reach your hand out it would phase through the glass. You would see all the things that glass actually does keep out indeed. You would see it’s safe inside, safe away, safe away from it all. Separate. Warm. And there—right behind your hand—it would be. You would be. Seeing yourself from the outside. It doesn’t look like you, per se, the you you’ve made yourself—but it’s undeniably you.]

[*Could you feel it? could you touch it? It would feel like small petal on the back of your human shaped hand. Would it feel close? Would it feel far?]

[*Would you feel an unfamiliar hand, equally foreign to your current shape, on your back?]

[*…that is, if you were to reach out.]

That’s probably why our blogs work so well together! Though I am trying to project a younger me for Aqua, who was both unmedicated and unregulated, capturing the innocent, and hyper yet cautious Aqua I try to put forward!

[*Seems like it doesn’t want anybody else to hear.]

- @entry-number17

[ * ... What else is a flower to do than bring the shard out of their pocket and look at it intently, patiently... Walking off to a more private place to listen. ]

[*The first layer.]

[*Glancing inside its glistening shell, there appears to be….]

[*…It’s just Asgores flower shop. You’ve seen this before. Of course you have, you live there. But isn’t it a dark world right now? How does this window work when both the inside and outside take up the same space?]

[*It glimmers at you.]

[*As it moves slightly when you rustle around for your paper and pencil, the view inside moves too. It really does work like a window.]

[*Except, it seems to move how one would in the scale of the light world. You could probably cross the room in the crystal walking ten steps holding it, but that certainly wouldn’t clear the dark world’s distance. So not a direct window. Something more.]

[*It’s almost disorienting.]

[*His TV is still turned around. That must have been Kris’s doing. There’s still no clear evidence as to why, however.]

[*As you explore the room, you realize you can see the flowers. Eight, beautiful flowers all in glass coverings, protected oh so dearly. Your eyes trail across petals of green, orange, yellow, yellow again, aqua, blue, gold, and….]

[*Well, there’s you. A Seth-colored flower sits encased in glass.]

“…hello? Mister? Are you there?”

@knife-fan

[*The study is quiet. There’s nobody in here, of course. other than you. there shouldn’t be.]

[*Or, was that a rustling of papers in the corner?]

[*A trembling pen?]

[*Nothing has moved. everything is the same as when you walked into the room.]

[*Or is it?]

(Aqua pouted slightly, not out of frustration, but out of paranoia. Maybe she could do something to talk to him?)

(It was then she recalled the pen in her pocket. She took it out, grabbed one of Seth’s papers, and started writing on it, getting help from the cipher on the wall.)

“…uuu… I-is this ok?”

[*Slowly, a message appeared below where it was—where it had been just moments ago.]

[*The ink is hot,

“☟︎☜︎☹︎☹︎⚐︎📬︎

:)”.]

(Right under the message, she wrote out something else.)

✌︎☼︎☜︎ ✡︎⚐︎🕆︎ ✌︎ ☞︎☼︎✋︎☜︎☠︎👎︎ ⚐︎☞︎ 💧︎☜︎❄︎☟︎✍︎

[*And then another message! As your writing disappears, ink scrawls itself into place below to form it’s invitation,

“✡︎☜︎💧︎📬︎

👎︎⚐︎ ✡︎⚐︎🕆︎ 🕈︎✌︎☠︎❄︎ ❄︎⚐︎ 👌︎☜︎ ☞︎☼︎✋︎☜︎☠︎👎︎💧︎

✌︎💧︎ 🕈︎☜︎☹︎☹︎✍︎”.]

[*The paper is colder.]

(Once again, Aqua wrote down her answer on the paper, finding she had to look up at the cipher less and less as the symbols became more legible for her.)

[*Replacing the previous statement, the ink once more takes form.

“💣︎✡︎ 💧︎☜︎👍︎⚐︎☠︎👎︎ ☞︎✌︎✞︎⚐︎☼︎✋︎❄︎☜︎ ☟︎⚐︎👌︎👌︎✡︎

✋︎💧︎ ☝︎✌︎☼︎👎︎☜︎☠︎✋︎☠︎☝︎📬︎

🕈︎⚐︎🕆︎☹︎👎︎ ✡︎⚐︎🕆︎ ☹︎✋︎😐︎☜︎ ❄︎⚐︎ ☝︎☼︎⚐︎🕈︎ ✌︎ 🏱︎☹︎✌︎☠︎❄︎ 🕈︎✋︎❄︎☟︎ 💣︎☜︎📪︎

☞︎☼︎✋︎☜︎☠︎👎︎✍︎

🕈︎☜︎ 🕈︎✋︎☹︎☹︎ ☟︎✌︎✞︎☜︎ ❄︎⚐︎ 👍︎⚐︎☹︎☹︎☜︎👍︎❄︎

✋︎☠︎☝︎☼︎☜︎👎︎✋︎☜︎☠︎❄︎💧︎📬︎”]

✡︎☜︎💧︎📬︎ ❄︎☟︎✌︎❄︎ 💧︎☜︎☜︎☠︎💧︎ ☹︎✋︎😐︎☜︎ 💧︎⚐︎ 💣︎🕆︎👍︎☟︎ ☞︎🕆︎☠︎📬︎ 🕈︎☟︎✌︎❄︎ 👎︎⚐︎ 🕈︎☜︎ ☠︎☜︎☜︎👎︎✍︎ ✌︎☼︎☜︎ 🕈︎☜︎ ☝︎⚐︎✋︎☠︎☝︎ ❄︎⚐︎ 🏱︎☹︎✌︎✡︎ ☟︎⚐︎❄︎ ✌︎☠︎👎︎ 👍︎⚐︎☹︎👎︎ ✌︎☝︎✌︎✋︎☠︎ ⚐︎☼︎ 🕈︎✋︎☹︎☹︎ ✡︎⚐︎🕆︎ ❄︎☜︎☹︎☹︎ 💣︎☜︎ 🕈︎☟︎☜︎☼︎☜︎ ❄︎⚐︎ ☝︎⚐︎✍︎

✌︎☠︎👎︎ ✡︎⚐︎🕆︎ 🕈︎✋︎☹︎☹︎ ☝︎✌︎❄︎☟︎☜︎☼︎ ✋︎❄︎📬︎” it says, inked words making its way onto the paper.]

[*It continued,

“☟︎⚐︎🕈︎ 👎︎⚐︎☜︎💧︎ ❄︎☟︎✌︎❄︎ 💧︎⚐︎🕆︎☠︎👎︎✍︎

👌︎🕆︎❄︎,

❄︎☟︎☜︎☼︎☜︎ ✌︎☼︎☜︎ ❄︎🕈︎⚐︎ ☼︎🕆︎☹︎☜︎💧︎📬︎

✌︎☠︎👎︎ ✡︎⚐︎🕆︎ 💣︎🕆︎💧︎❄︎ 🏱︎✋︎☠︎😐︎✡︎ 🏱︎☼︎⚐︎💣︎✋︎💧︎☜︎

✡︎⚐︎🕆︎ 🕈︎✋︎☹︎☹︎ ☠︎⚐︎❄︎ 👍︎☟︎☜︎✌︎❄︎

⚐︎😐︎✍︎”.]

[*How fun! How joyous. Group gardening is always a wonderful bonding experience.]

[*It awaits your response.]