Day One Hundred and Forty Three-Bone Cipher By Chaos Universe, filled with knowledge, treasures of intelligence, hidden, locked away in stone, in star, in space, in time. Knowledge, universal acceptance, obtained with a turn of the screw, discover the cipher, the equation broaches reason, provides understanding. Can the understood remain shut away, deaf to senses of mind, cinched, mystery unsolved, unreasoned, alone, existence irrelevant to blinding truth? All may be discharged, bolt, though red with rust, delivered, secrets exposed to the beacon, render unto Caesar, in peace, that which is… Skeleton, alive in my closet, solitary death, his want…or mine, companion to moth and web, known to none but I, dwells in silent threat. Skeleton expelled, no more able to bind, turn the key, unfasten the darkness, reveal errors in judgment, action, love, compel bones to condemn the living. Rorschach knows nothing of interest, at least naught he is willing to emancipate… What horror lies grappled in inky blackness, what passport ruptures page? Interesting blots splash tacks of brass across faceless masks, dim candor sealed in two dimensions, mitigate rectitude with vibrance, set free deepest synapses. Nexus, thought and deed, entwined as one, must roll the tumblers of a thousand tensioned locks, the key of mastery brake suspicion and doubt, revelation guide the searcher to master discernment.
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