Prelude

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A letter to you, young musician:


Once you start, there's no return. I hope you are not here to learn. These are written by me alone, though much more lies than what is shown. Enter doom with smiling hands, you'll find the fire upon the stand.


Start the song that rings the rhyme. Click the clock to find the time.

Eight reveals the parchment's tomb. Step coda left into its room.

Have the root turn with the year. Behold three notes, four kill the cheer.

The path lies within the score. Follow the measures to number four.

Increase a groove up to the top. Let it crash into the drop.

Burn the first and read the rest. The chords left will pass the test.

Thrice the four completes, amen. Words appear in ring of ten.

The whole zips up and down unstuck. See it while the eyes are struck.

Correct the name of many past. Known for wrong it shall be last.


Beginning to end, follow the clues. If you are lucky, you won't lose. Treasure or tragedy — one lies in wait. Complete the task to find your fate.

Worst of luck,

Worst of luck,

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