[written in neat handwriting]

[badending.livejournal.com]

Though this is Paradise, something seems off.

This isn't Silent Hill. But no worries.

Clouds flowing over a hill.

Sky on a sunny day.

Tangerines that are bitter.

Lucky four-leaf-clover.

Violets in the garden.

Dandelions along a path.

Unavoidable sleeping time.

Liquid flowing
from a slashed wrist.

Comments

[h-townshend.livejournal.com]

[dictated in a quiet, terrified voice]



...Silent Hill?

[badending.livejournal.com]

[dictated in a steady voice]

Yes. Silent Hill.

[h-townshend.livejournal.com]

[still dictated]



Who...who is this?

[foundtruth.livejournal.com]

How do you know about Silent Hill?

[badending.livejournal.com]

It depends on who is enquiring.

[foundtruth.livejournal.com]

First tell me who you are.

dictated;

[desensitized.livejournal.com]

You.

[dictated]

[badending.livejournal.com]

Me?

dictated;

[desensitized.livejournal.com]

You bitch. Where are you?

[windtactics.livejournal.com]

Silent Hill.

[badending.livejournal.com]

Yes?

[dictated;]

[feygodmother.livejournal.com]

This isn't Paradise.

[dictated;]

[badending.livejournal.com]

"The Dove's hope died; he chose his path
His flapping wings fell still
Drenched in scarlet here they lay
His cheeks pale white and chill"

[finalmessenger.livejournal.com]

That's... lovely, though it seems to be bothering others.

[dictated]

[badending.livejournal.com]

Oh really? How so?

[eatinurdudez.livejournal.com]

Fuck, sounds like the castle drew in another winner.

[badending.livejournal.com]

Such inappropriate language. Tsk it matters not.

[twoto-two.livejournal.com]

You've got their tails between their legs.

Might we ask your name?

[badending.livejournal.com]

They should have nothing to be worried about unless they have done something wrong.

Claudia Wolf. Your name?

[soldyoursoul.livejournal.com]

This is bound to be fun.

[badending.livejournal.com]

Oh?

[ontheclockpro.livejournal.com]

Oh just what this place needs yo - bad psychotic poetry.

[badending.livejournal.com]

There are different ways to read what is written there. Some people see anger in the last lines; psychosymmetry. Others realize the riddle is of colors, correlating.

"The grass the Thrush so loved to eat
Gave him sweet happiness
He sank ever deeper and finally fell
To destruction and fatal distress"

[cruxthesis.livejournal.com]

You're the cause of this uproar, it seems.

[badending.livejournal.com]

So it seems.