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Have you felt something? seen something?
Are you ready to investigate? You will have an email from Rain waiting in your inbox now. Read it and follow the prompts. This forum exists to answer any questions that come up along the way.
Post a photo of yourself at the portal and don’t scrimp on the details. Where were you? What time of day? You may notice our portable shadow boxes carry evidence invisible to the naked eye.
Each photo you post will provide evidence that the appropriate number of bodies have entered the portal. It is my belief that when we have had enough interaction in the known 8, the 9th anomaly will reveal itself! Then, we will gather and hope to enter Nebula together, finally.
Not quite dusk,
Picnics now condoned,
Got our boots muddy,
Portal back home?
(Yes, the antennae help, I promise)
Back in my day, the soil here was so toxic, we weren’t allowed to have picnics here!
Perfect timing and you are right to distrust the soil.
Our scramble to solve the riddle of the ninth rift before the portals close has been a mix of rainy excursions, reviewing Detective Drew Quinn’s videos, and fevered forum research. (Although today, it’s quite sunny now!)
Frustration took over when the clue near the trapped beetle eluded us, and we suspected foul play by saboteurs.
I’ve been tapping into breadcrumbs left by others as I take breaks in cafes and parks around the city as I puzzled over Rain’s audio messages and rift poems over the weekend, but am still stumped.
Our thanks to the many dreamers who have chronicled their journey here. Afraid of ending in failure, I’ve one last plea for a hunt towards the ninth.
(I’ve already submitted my guess, but am not confident!)
Supreme gratitude for any assistance. 💕
My notes below for those also struggling:
Clue 1 (MOHAI Clock, near bench?)
Restless stones echo
beneath weary feet,
crossroads converge
Where the dreamers meet
Clue 2 (Fremont Troll – CODE MISSING)
Above drifting coffee,
visions arise,
A bitter cup opens grey,
hidden skies.
Clue 3 (Gasworks Park, near the playground)
Battered keys clatter,
words take form,
A poem’s a portal,
quiet amidst the storm.
Clue 4 (Seattle Underground stairs in Pioneer Square? Temple Billiards? – NOT Queen Anne?)
Butcher’s paper and fish wrap
became her scroll,
Each line a small portal,
each word a whole soul.
Clue 5 (Temple Pastries – yum)
In alleys where fiddlers
and pianos play,
Coins chime softly,
guiding the way.
Clue 6 (Panama Hotel – NOT Tea place in Ballard? Miro?)
Through decades she lingered,
unseen, overlooked,
Yet each crooked stanza
left deeper hooks.
Clue 7 (Smith Tower Observatory Bar – Fancy… NOT Bathtub Gin?)
Beneath the red clock,
where the cobblestones gleam,
Her poems still open
the seams of a dream.
Clue 8 (Arctic Club Hotel – NOT SPL? Rainier Club?)
Xenial whispers implore, “spare a dime-
The doorway opens at the appointed time.”
Your struggle is not in vain. You will join us at the 9th.
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