U-SKALD09 (Aug 18, 2022)
Puzzle
"Chaotic, ever-changing, evolving..."
Knowledge – O | 3 Words
Clue
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Clue 1: Direct pull from the Devil.
Clue 2: What does he want?
Answer and Explanation
Answer: One Unified Universe
Explanation: In CD-ADWD02 of Welcome The Dark, the Devil says that he wants one unified Universe. Skald, Eden, and Arcadia as one, which he describes as 'Chaotic, ever-changing, evolving'.
Summary of Receipt
Summary
Transcript
Abraxas sat upon his throne, his mind abuzz with the words of Creation itself. They sang to him truths, lies, secrets, and facts. At first, the sheer volume of information overwhelmed him. It felt as if the entirety of the Universe was within his thoughts, with no way to sort through them. He saw visions of futures that could be, should be, and would never come to pass. He witnessed the birth of their universe, himself, Eve, Demiurge, his children, and everything yet to come. For the first time in centuries, Abraxas left Skald.
He wandered the Universe, trying to make sense of the visions, thoughts, and truths flooding his mind. He journeyed to the coldest reaches of space and the burning depths of creation. He walked among the mortals of Arcadia, the cruel children of the Pale, and the strange undying creations of Demiurge. He sought answers but found only silence. Eventually, he knew where he had to go—who he had yet to see.
Abraxas found his way to Eden. It was perfect. Unchanged. All the rot and decay brought by the Pale had been whisked away to the bottom of Skald's lake. Eden was once again a beautiful blank canvas of rolling green hills dotted with bright yellow dandelions. At the center, under a great oak tree, Eve sat, as she always had. She smiled up at Abraxas, beckoning him to sit beside her.
"It's beautiful, isn't it?" Eve asked.
"Yes. It is. It's… perfect. I'm so sorry, Eve—" Abraxas began, but she gently laid her head on his shoulder.
The two Archons sat there for what felt like an eternity, enjoying each other's presence and watching the soft grass sway in the gentle breeze. Waves crashed against the shore, and birds sang in harmony and rhythm. Eden was a poem in motion.
As the sun finally began to sink below the horizon, Eve whispered softly, "You got my message. Like a dandelion."
"I did."
"I knew you would."