[Voice on the network AND in your head]

[tln-theshifter.livejournal.com]

[The voice sounds ambiguous; familiar, but not. Will specify if he changes to sound like others.]

Black and white, no one speaks in gray. I accommodate: Solve the riddles, I explain the game. One for each. Ignore the words, fight blindly. Round 3, third time's the charm:

Soul returned then gone,
Teeth grow to feed;
Eyes yellow without sun,
You take the lead.

Imagine, create,
Why not aim high;
Cannot avoid your fate,
Failure is nigh.

It comes in fours,
The sound of hooves;
Every other ignores,
What you can't approve.

Created by coin, Human in form,
Behold the bone; Cold as in steel;
Fear you to join, Embrace and transform;
Magicks you'd never known. Who needs to feel.


4 riddles left, 5 solved.

I'm here, I wait. Waiting, fading. Parading. Joy is fleeting, so too are dreams. Time, perhaps. Fickle as it is. 24 hours 'til the finale unfolds.

Comments

[tln-theshifter.livejournal.com]

What fear belongs to our angel?

[doubtheaven.livejournal.com]

Fear?

This has something to do with the dreams, doesn't it?

I'm not afraid.

[The voice switches to Michael's]

[tln-theshifter.livejournal.com]

Dreams paint pictures, pictures paint floods. Emotion. You feel, angel. Fear. What do you fear?

[doubtheaven.livejournal.com]

Feel? I'm not supposed to feel anything.

[But it's too late for that now.]

Are you here to remind me of the apocalypse?

[Voice returns to ambiguous]

[tln-theshifter.livejournal.com]

Was that so hard?

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[doubtheaven.livejournal.com]

What was the point of this?