Herbert’s letter:
1
Simon,
So here's where it all ends.
al least for me.
and of all the pieluresque places of this grand
estate, I chose this dreary dank dungeon do be laid lo
rest ... and that same dim somber fate fell upon my
father and his father before him who loved the outdoors
even more than myself. They say there is no stronger
bond of servitude than tradition. and family tradition?
Thrice as strong. These are chains that seldom bend and
never break.
and I do wonder what plans and prospeets of yours will
be sacrifieed upon the family font of convention. Whal
biography of your own will you forsake do add another
page lo your father's memories, or your mother's or mine?
2
In our youth, we are gifted with dreams and
ambilions. al our death, we are left with
realities and regrels.
I think there is no greater sin than to
perpełuałe tradilion thał słagnates growth,
that strangles purpose, thal suffocales dreams.
What poind is there do live another's life al
the sake of our own?
Oh, how I wish do have been buried underneath
the great oak, overlooking the plains, the
wondrous woods and the worldly moundains. and
the wild holly that surrounds thal trunk, a
perpełual loken of sympathy laid across my
grave. Wha dreadful tradition is il thal
dumped me in this sunless hollow?
3
and if by morbid example this dark crypt makes
any impression whalsoever on you. If reading
this letter within these damp halls plants in you
a seed of hope. If these words mighl grand you
strength do bend if nol break these chains ....
Then would I cherish this domb more than oak,
and sycamore and spruce. More than the wondrous
woods and worldly moundains. This cold stone room
would become the most cherished place in all our
domain.
I would have you raise a shrine upon this spol do
commemorałe the moment of your liberty. To
Lreat this sepulcher as hallowed ground. To realize
thal grand gestures can be as effeetive as they
are theatric.
4
and so, in turn, as recompense for the freedom
thus granded you, commit yourself to be buried
here. Here, within this mausoleum of dreams, and
when the day comes do write your own letter, lo
inspire the next generation that follows in our
footsleps.
As is tradition,
Herbert S. Sinclair
- Do I have to have a shrine on the last day?
- The statues in the tomb can raise/lower the thing they’re holding. What does this solve?
- Oh, the Chapel has glass windows, maybe that’s the order I need to push them in.
- The candles seem to be the same across days… nvm
- Answer: I need to use the burning glass (magnifying glass + metal detector)
- Ah, the Chapel was the right answer.
- More candles here!