C-YIFM04 (Nov 8, 2024)
Puzzle
“Dismissal, Discharge, Decolonization.”
Matcha Cipher | 1 Word
Clue
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Clue 1: ??
Clue 2: ??
Clue 3: ??
Answer and Explanation
Answer: Deliberations
Explanation: The opposite of 'colonisation' is 'liberation' - as such, the opposite of 'decolonisation' would be 'deliberation' - or deliberations.
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Summary
Transcript
[Date | Nov-8-24]
[Barista | Matcha]
[Subject | Mr. Dan]
[File Reference | C-YIFM04]
Today, we made another attempt to guide, usher, and—if necessary—maneuver the Yale back into the Otherside, into the Thorn. After many deliberations, Vanilla and I devised a small apparatus designed to replicate the ambient soundscapes of the Thorn. By combining carefully tuned frequencies with wafting traces of coriander and cardamom vapors, we hoped to create a comforting sensory experience to entice the Yale to return to its home. Thorn’s essence bottled and broadcasted, so to speak.
Corylus, Prunus, and Vanilla accompanied me to the creek, where, thankfully, the Yale still lingered. It had taken to nervous pacing, its massive horns rotating in slow, deliberate arcs—an action that reminded me of grinding teeth, if I were to hazard a guess. Vanilla placed our ramshackle device at the edge of the reopened portal, where Corylus and Prunus had worked tirelessly to maintain the passageway. With a soft chime, the device activated. At first, the Yale froze, its immense frame locked in place, ears swiveling toward the familiar sounds emanating from the device. Slowly, it turned its head, inching closer and closer—not coerced but drawn by the comforting tug of familiarity. Step by cautious step, it approached the portal. For a moment, hope blossomed. But it was premature.
The Yale stopped.
Its magnificent, marvelous, and majestic form stood rooted, the flicker of the boundary's edges reflected in its glassy, wary eyes. It seemed to see something we could not—some memory or presence that rippled through the portal and unnerved it. Its tail lashed once—twice—Then again without warning, it bolted, fleeing from the portal’s sizzling, pulsating, swishing form.
Clearly, something was distressing the poor creature, something strong enough to prevent it from returning to its home. But what? For now, we’ve done all we can to gently coax the beast. Tomorrow, we’ll need to devise a plan for a more “forceful” reentry. It’s not ideal—far from it. This isn’t how I’d prefer to handle such a docile customer. But a visual observation alone suggests the Yale has lost 10, maybe 20 pounds. I’d rather push a living Yale through a portal than contend with the grim task of disposing of a dead one.