The Letter

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The Mask Riddle

As you enter the room, you immediately get a whiff of old dusty leather infiltrating your nostrils. Darkness surrounds the room making it difficult to see. But, in the back of the room you are able to make out several people staring back at you. When your eyes are able to adjust, you notice they're masks made up of faces...

You feel a small gust of wind blow past your ear. A faint whisper is heard...

->Listen

We are the gang who you should be careful of.

We come after the dagger disguised as a dove.

Your open wound in poo,

Seek a healer who might help you.

To the left, eyes of hot brimstone,

My mother's fury rages like no one.

To the right, his gaze, a cold demean,

My father's expression, a peaceful serene.

Fury and peace, loves sacred oath,

Who am I, but daughter of both?

Seek it with those soaring high,

What's around you in the vast sky?

Search in the peacock, proud and vain,

Though less prominent in the rain.

Find it while hearing the Sirens' tune.

What is the name of this calming, but deadly hue?

Red    Violett    Green     Blue Red    Violett    Green     Blue Red    Violett    Green     Blue


->Hm...