CD-TVS05(Nov 27, 2024)
Puzzle
“A house disappeared.”
Knowledge | 1 Word
Clue
Hover over the clues if you require!
Clue 1: When we talk about 'Houses', in the CaD, what group of people - or Elders, I suppose - does that invoke?
Clue 2: So which group of Archons disappeared, again?
Clue 3: What's their 'proper' House name? Check the other TVS receipts if you need to.
Answer and Explanation
Answer: Malapert
Explanation: The Nova Archons vanished from the Universe, or at least the Seventeenth Sphere. Snow is said to be from House Malapert (as named in C-TVS01).
Summary of Receipt
Summary
Transcript
[Date | Nov-27-24]
[Barista | Lavender]
[Subject | Snow]
[File Reference | CD-TVS05]
It started with a whisper, faint as the hum of a cathode ray tube, when I reached for the shard—again. I didn’t mean to link with it; I know better than to open myself to Snow again. But the static pulled me in. This time, it wasn’t just the static-scape I saw either. It was his direct presence. Snow—or whatever’s left of him in this Cycle. In this Sphere…?
The moment the shard settled in my palm, his face—or the absence of one—flickered into view. A blank void stared back at me, smooth and featureless, except for the shifting ring of iridescent, multi-colored eyes orbiting its edges. They weren’t human eyes. They were fractured memories, shimmering with the weight of countless forgotten lives. Each blink collapsed a story, folding it into Snow’s emptiness. And then he spoke.
“The past cannot be rewritten without cost.”
His voice wasn’t loud, but it resonated, carried by the static itself straight into my bones. He didn’t sound angry—if anything, there was a deep, strange sorrow in his tone. It wasn’t a threat. It was a warning.
I tried to respond, to ask what he meant, but the words stuck in my throat. Snow didn’t wait. His void-like face fractured, splitting into shards that spiraled like a slow, deliberate storm. The eyes blinked in unison, and in that moment, I understood: the weight of tampering with time. The countless threads snapped and rewoven for even the smallest change. Each alteration ripples outward, unpredictable, irreparable.
Then I saw it. Hazy, obscured like a poorly tracked VHS tape—a massive figure, looming in the Between. Its shape was indistinct, but its presence was undeniable, like a shadow that bends the world around it.
When the vision faded, I found myself still clutching the shard, my hand trembling as though it had held something far heavier. I don’t know what Snow is trying to accomplish, but one thing is clear: this isn’t just about the Novas. Whatever they’re doing—whatever Snow wants me to understand—it’s more than rewriting the past. The shard hasn’t stopped humming since. I think it’s waiting for something. Maybe Snow is, too. And—I think my link to it has solidified. I think… I think I can use it now. Just like Mr. Cold did.