You have been traveling for months with just the clothes on your back, a well-worn stick, and a voice in your ear claiming to be a deity called Mordecai.



The harsh desert wind burns the roof of your mouth and your knees weaken with each passing step. You clutch your walking stick tighter and tighter with the fear it might be the only thing keeping you upright.



Just as you collapse in the hot sand, you remember. Yes! The scroll the wise man gave you back in the city! Your last hope! Quickly and feverishly you unfurl it and stare at the words written in faded ink. This is it, your last chance to make it out of the desert alive.



Blinking out grains of sand, you can barely make out what is written on the parchment until your eyes finally adjust...





MOHS ⅄∀p פOp O┴ Oפ





What?! What is this jibberish?! The jig is up, you'll never make it out of this hell-hole alive. As all hope is lost, you sink back into the warm allure of the desert floor. Suddenly, you remember the wise man's words... "Turn it upside down."



With shaking hands, you turn it upside down and gasp once you see the true answer to all your problems.



















Sigma Delta. 11:15. With Rockapellas.



I love you,

Dog.



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