[Wrapped in shining paper with iridescent ribbons, the package is both unassuming and suspiciously neat considering the wear and tear creeping in around the edges of Verdance Bluffs. Folded inside a small gold envelope is a type written note:]
AGAIN I SIN AND AGAIN FORGIVENESS I'VE ASKED IN CYCLES FOR THE LIE AT THE ALTAR AND THE LIE AT THE QUARTER
[Inside, Psiioniic will find... nothing. At least, that's what it will look like at first. Upon closer inspection, the paper lining the inside of the box can be peeled away... and written on the inside is reams and reams of the same words, written over and over again in Psii's own hand. Or at least a perfect forgery.]
YOU'RE CRAZY. INSANE. YOU KNOW IT, DON'T YOU? IT'S CLOSING IN. YOU'RE FEELING IT, NOW. FASTER AND FASTER AND FASTER YOUR PULSE GOES FASTER AND FASTER AND FASTER. THE WALLS ARE CLOSING IN. THE WALLS ARE CLOSING IN. INSANITY IS CLOSING WALLS. THE CLOSING WALLS ARE IN. FASTER. BROKEN. BROKEN. BROKEN. BROKEN. BROKEN. BROKEN. BROKEN. BROKEN. BROKEN.
The 20th | A neatly wrapped package outside your door...
FORGIVENESS I'VE ASKED IN CYCLES
FOR THE LIE AT THE ALTAR
AND THE LIE AT THE QUARTER
[Inside, Psiioniic will find... nothing. At least, that's what it will look like at first. Upon closer inspection, the paper lining the inside of the box can be peeled away... and written on the inside is reams and reams of the same words, written over and over again in Psii's own hand. Or at least a perfect forgery.]
[It goes on like that for reams and reams.]