Rodrigo was able to pull together different parts from each of the photos to create the Frankenstein's monster of pictures. The poem was on faded parchment wrinkled and crumbling in some places, but it had been restored and preserved. It read like this:
From deepest depth to highest height
To the fiery mountain beyond heaven's sight,
The sad smiling fliers and the fallen giant,
The bespoken lover and the would-be tyrant.
There is a number throughout all of time,
The ever-pattern, the always rhyme.
The name of such, 256.
It falls on those who've fearsome tricks.
A looking, searching, seeking beacon
Always there in every eon.
The fire, the ice, the dark, the light,
The siren calling in the night.
The lapdog runs at every shot
Blind and wild, 'til paws grow hot.
The stray wolf, shrewd and secret,
Knows first to kill shall get the credit.
The hunter's trained both, and feeds them each,
But only the victor will be beseeched
To stand guard at night,
Protect the village from plight.
"Do you have any idea what this is supposed to mean?" Marc asked Death.
"No, not really," she said.
"Good. That means we're on the same page," he said.
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256
Misterio / Suspenso256. A number scattered across the universe. Every time something extraordinary happens, there it is. Why? How? Is this a message? And if so, then who from? No one has any answers. So ICE (inexplicable circumstances and emergencies) starts investiga...
