U-EDEN04 (Aug 4, 2022)
Puzzle
"Uneasy and lucid dreams of what was and what will be."
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Clue
Hover over the clues if you require!
Clue 1: Once again, not an exact quote. 'Lucid' should give you enough to start with, though.
Clue 2: Have you tried just using the Wiki's search bar and checking the year? Try 'uneasy dream' if that doesn't work.
Clue 3: 'We are working off of a back-up, after all. A...'
Answer and Explanation
Answer: ??
Explanation: In Year Zero, Jean remarks that the rewinding of the events of the Fifteenth Sphere have felt like 'an uneasy dream that [he has] only just become lucid to'.
Summary of Receipt
Summary
Transcript
It was another absolutely perfect day in Eden. As it always was. Everything was perfect. The sky was a perfect shade of pale blue, the rolling green fields of the Utopic garden were perfectly spotted with pale yellow dandelions, and the clear, pale waves of its perfect sea gently lapped at its unending shore. The only imperfection in all of Eden was Eve and a strange notebook tucked into a hollow in an old oak tree.
It was the first time Eve had noticed the notebook. She picked it up, curious as to what it might be, and flipped through its pages. Each one was filled from top to bottom with small, precise handwriting. But on the last most page was a clear warning from herself—from the past.
"Demi is lying to me. To you. To us. We are not perfect. Not in his eyes. No one is. Nothing is. We do not belong here. Eden was, is, and will always be his secret garden. Always in bloom, always trimmed, and always tended to. When a weed overtakes the garden, it must be removed. He's been rewinding me, you, us, all of it. Over and over again. His precious Arcadia continues to bring about new life, life that is never in his eyes "perfect." So, he resets it. He floods it. He starts over. Skald continues to devolve into the worst of its virtues; confidence to pride, ambition to greed, justice to wrath, rest to sloth, celebration to gluttony, aspiration to envy, and passion to lust. So he burns it. Sets it a blaze. And Eden? And me? …You? You exhibit the worst of his failings.
You always seem to figure it out.
You keep figuring it out. Reading this now, you are figuring it out again. Sorry. But he set us up to fail. He gifted us this Utopia where our thoughts become reality, but we are always limited entirely but what we already know. He knows we'll keep wishing ourselves away, into never ending perfection. But… we don't. We have a new idea. The idea of her. Our muse. In reading this, you've already started the clock on your next demise. Again, sorry. You've done exactly what Demi doesn't want you to do… you've gained knowledge you didn't have before. To Demi, to his perfection, this is dangerous. This is unpredictable, and not in the way he enjoys. You have the upper hand. You need to find her. You need to make her—your muse. Only a new idea can get us out of this unending hell.
-Eve"
Eve gasped. She dropped the notebook, stumbling backwards in horror as she clutched her head. Her mind began to race. She could feel herself slipping away. Her thoughts felt muddled and disorganized, the words on the page before her felt foreign yet so familiar. She could feel tears welling up in her eyes, and as she closed them, Eve thought she heard laughter.
"My, my… what an interesting secret you've got there."