(Scars do not appear to be cause of death –shock ... - Bad Request

dodecahedral puzzle-box and penned in the obscure language of the Uyo.
Forever safe from prying eyes.
The music continues to play.
~~~~~
The spirit seemed mildly confused at my apparent proficiency in the
language of the Uyo. "You seem to possess some grasp of the language
already, student..."
"Fin... I must tell you... it was I who murdered you."
The spirit was silent for a time, the ashes rustling softly within their urn.
When it spoke once more, its voice was full of sorrow. "But... why... and why
would you come to me once more? Did you forget what you had been
taught?"
"No... well, yes. It is difficult to explain, but it must have been a former 'self'
of mine that murdered you. Each time I die, I reawaken, as if from long
sleep... but having forgotten everything... who I was, or what I'd done..."
"I think I understand... I sense your regret, and would forgive you. May
peace be with you, pupil of old, and may you prove kinder in this life than in
the one which saw an end to mine..."
"Thanks, Fin. Farewell."
~~~~~
I returned to my room to read. Written by a murderous and paranoid
madman I didn't expect much to be of real illumination. I wasn't really
disappointed.
"The whispers are not the shadows MOVING. They are SPEAKING
PLOTTING TALKING to each other. I can understand some of what they
say."
~~~
"The book tells me things, whispers things. It tells me to avoid the
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