why does it feel like this is the beginning?
when became the future clearer than the past?
what should i do now?
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i have no idea how i got here.
nothing seems to make sense.
some faint thought comes to my mind about puzzles.
this is it, whatever happened to me, it has to do something with puzzles and mysteries!
actually this seems accurate. i know that i like them, even if i don’t recall my name.
good god, what could my name be, it’s on the tip of my tongue!
remember, remember, remember! maybe something like janet or josephine?
after sitting on the floor for almost ten minutes, i decide that maybe i have better things to do than this.
maybe i should look around.
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crimson colored walls, a bunch of telescopes, microscopes, test-tubes, bookshelves and three doors.
of course i find almost the same room if i go through a door. again and again. oh, so we play like this?
my situation is surely odd. it seems i’m not the biggest riddler around. but i can work with this, so…
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puzzle-solvers of the world, gather around and hear my word!
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Come closer to hear and see,
come, or you’ll be lost like me!
Never let walls hold your secret,
4 children will never keep it!
Vain and useless tools you find,
none of them will cut the pine,
if you try to chop it down,
on your own head will it fall.
6 times have the words no meaning,
6 times will they fool you dreaming!
zampanio awaits. i guess. i don’t know, have this sounded ominous enough?
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