SWTC03 (Oct 4, 2021)

SWTC03 DISCLAIMER: THIS RECEIPT HAS BEEN UNLOCKED BY DIVISION TANGO (UPDATES 1-10).

Summary of Receipt

1313 leaves a prophetic poem warning the CaD that their debt has come due. According to the ‘ill-fated sons’ (sons of ill-intent?), the Wicked approaches. ‘Hellish gates’ (likely the Gates of Hell) are likely to open as well, and Fate has declared the CaD its enemy and has sided with the Cold. There seems to be mention of the Otherman/Jean, and something like another Otherman (?). Furthermore, 1313 (or Fate, through her?) asks why, if their Fate is sealed, to keep so many Secrets, possibly blaming Jean for causing the Wicked to join the Cold (i think). Lastly, apparently if the CaD ends up dying, they might just end up in the Phantom Lane. (maybe. decoding prophecies aren't easy.)

Transcript

[BRANCH] PALM BEACH
[SERVER] EMPLOYEE NO. 1313
[DATE] 10/4/21
[INDEX ID] SWTC03
[SECURITY] DINER
Thrice the coffee has been brewed.

Thrice and once the sign has flipped.

The Debtor cries, “Tis time, ‘tis time.”

Round the filter, pour it slow.

Figure eights from gooseneck go.

Wet the paper, add the grounds.

Let it bloom and seep its browns.

From the gooseneck, trickle eights.

Open now these hellish gates.

Octal, octal, in darkest hours;

Coffee brew with hidden powers.

By the whispers of ill-fated sons,

Something Wicked this way comes.

~

Poor Devil, it strikes me as a very pretty tragedy,

To pay such a toll for the crime of mere apathy.

Though one way or another, all debt must come due,

Plus, of course, the immortal interest it will accrue.

So take, if you must, the man who is Other,

Turn the coins over, and you’ll see Another.

Here Fate

To Itself doth wait,

At the furthest ring of Heaven;

At the Cold and bitter ends

We will meet as friends,

And all that will remain is the question:

~

If a line in nature is not found;

And time resets and is rewound;

What good is punishment divine;

If our time is bottled Klein;

If our Fate is prior sealed;

Why keep Secrets so concealed;

If ice will burn in Wicked flame;

Is the winder not to blame?

~

And if the winder is to blame...

Would you dare to venture past your mortal coil,

And leave this Flipside plane?

If you could,

And if you would,

You might just find yourself lost,

Once more upon a dreary hidden lane.