The Letter of Jonathan Hale

March 3rd, 1969 - Nantes

Edward,

I don’t sleep anymore. When I try, I hear it. A voice at the edge of the dark, humming, as though to rock me down into nothing. It sings the same line again and again, until I feel my body loosen, as if I could slip out of it. I wake with the taste of salt on my lips though I have not left the room.

You will laugh at me, I know, but listen. This place devours men. Not with teeth, not with fire - with silence. Thirty-three years, and then the brush comes. I cannot explain it better than that. It smooths us away.

I walked the ruin by the sea today. The air there is heavy, like stone learning to breathe. The words are cut into the lintel, blunt and stubborn. I traced them with my fingers. I thought they burned. The gulls cried overhead but their voices bent, warped, became laughter, became sobbing.

There are numbers too. They came to me in sleep. I won’t write them down. I won’t. I saw what they did when I tried. I cannot let them sit on the page. But you will find them, I know. You always do.

I won’t see thirty-four. I feel it tightening already. The measure is three and three, three and three, three and three…

If you come here, you will follow me into the same song. Don’t. Don’t follow. Yet I know you. You will. You always did.

Remember me when the wheel turns.

J.


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Oh ? An eerie walk along the atlantic coast ?
Damn sure i'll follow your trail into the song ♬⋆.˚ or at least, i'll try to!
See you on the other side („• ֊ •„)੭🎨

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The effort to conceive this puzzle must have been tremendous.
Thank you!

And bump.

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BUMP for solved!
Great puzzle :)

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