Clue #9
Annihilation


Clue #8
When Worlds Collide


Clue #7
Landscape of Memory


Clue #6
The Colossus of the Valley

Dusk and Dawn descended on the edge of the plateau—
A corner of the Heartland where the warming waters flow;
In a sparkling string of shining stones, like diamonds in the rough,
The star-crossed pair would carve a home into the sandy bluff.

Looking out on their little slice of the twisting river dell,
Once again they'd found themselves a gorgeous place to dwell.
Things were as they should be; life was calm and sweet—
'Til the Others came to take the very earth beneath their feet.

They rode on engines belching smoke to carve away the sand,
To detonate their quarry and hew away the land;
They paved their way across the valley, grading the terrain,
Unfurling roads and giving rise to titans on the plain.

The giants' reach was far and wide, their aim was true and square—
One chipped away a massive slab and slung it through the air;
It arced across the heavens, up into the great unknown;
The Seekers summoned all their hope—and turned the beasts to stone!

But as the victors celebrated their triumphant stand,
The rock of the colossus cast a shadow on the land.
It smashed into the shoreline; the Seekers were in trouble—
Their river valley home had been reduced to rocky rubble.

So, scoring symbols into stone, Dusk and Dawn took flight,
And once again their mournful ballad echoed through the night—
The two left nothing else, except a crimson, crystal shard,
Beneath the gaze of skyline sentries, ever standing guard.


Clue #5
The Sunday Tribune


Clue #4
The Western Road


Clue #3
A Piece of History


Clue #2
The Ballad of Dusk & Dawn

Beneath the trees at forest's edge, on the bank of a gentle stream,
In a peaceful prairie paradise, like something from a dream,
There met a pair whose days and nights have long since come and gone;
Hearken to the topsy-turvy tale of Dusk and Dawn.

One was pulled toward darkness and the other drawn by light—
Dawn would rise to greet the sun, while Dusk embraced the night.
Dawn would dance with butterflies and songbirds in the thickets;
Dusk saw symbols of their love in fireflies, owls, and crickets.

But together, each night, they'd play a lovely, lilting lullaby;
Dusk would sing the lower notes and Dawn would sing the high;
A strange duet—so magical, their twilight serenade,
The whole world turned to marvel at the harmonies they made.

Wintering and summering between the falls and springs,
Dusk and Dawn had found the perfect place to spread their wings,
Basking in the morning sun and bathing in the moon;
Alas, the shadows shifted and their peace was gone too soon.

The Others staked their claims along the Seekers' ancient trails,
To grind their harvest into dust and cart it off on rails;
They blocked the stream and, to a steely spire of barbs and spines,
Piped the power through a stretch of twisted, tangled tines.

Knowing that they couldn't halt the Others' ceaseless march,
Dusk and Dawn made their escape across an angel's arch
To set out on a journey that would shape the stars above—
From first to last they sang their song: the melody of love.


Clue #1
A Message from the Past


Prologue
The Legacy of the Seekers

Long ago, in the vast Middle Lands, there lived a curious sort,
Unique not just in their way of life, but also their way of sport:
Known simply as “the Seekers,” they found their greatest pleasure
In traveling their forest home to search for hidden treasure.

They lived amid the lakes and valleys, tending them with love;
They called their home “the Heartland” in acknowledgement thereof.
For years they held tradition, sowing seeds and reaping fruits,
And scattering gems across the land in honor of their roots.

But over time, on winds of change, the Others interfered,
And, as they cleared the wood, the Seekers slowly disappeared:
The wheels of progress ground their way across the Middle Lands;
The forests fell to satisfy insatiable demands.

Some say their spirit lives in the soil, some say they're in the trees;
Listen closely, you might hear their whisper on the breeze;
Search with care and share the love, and on the trail you'll find
The legacy of kindness that the Seekers left behind.

Alas, of all their many treasures, only three remain,
Lost to time on nameless lands and spread across the plain;
But there is hope! We speak of them in hushed and reverent tones:
Legend tells of a “Chosen Few” to seek the sacred stones.

The path is long and arduous, but Seekers don't back down;
They search until the game is won, until the sought is found.
The hunt is afoot, so listen well, and hear me, one and all:
It's time to seek out your adventure! Will you heed the call?


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Clue #10
October 15, 2021

Noon CDT


Clue #11
November 15, 2021

Noon CST


Clue #12
December 15, 2021

Noon CST


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