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    Most Recent Updates:
    
    [09/03/04] - 41 KB
    Created the FAQ and took the memos from my SH3 FAQ, along with recording
    another memo. There are still at least six more which will be here
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    Q: What are memos?
    A: They are usually small notes to remember things and for other people
       to read. Usually used to remind people about certain things.
    
    Q: Are these all the memos in the whole game?
    A: There are still at least six for me to record, but besides those, yes.
    
    Q: How many memos are in this FAQ?
    A: 58.
    
    Have any questions? E-mail me and I will answer it in the e-mail and
    maybe here aswell.
    
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    Here are the memos in Silent Hill 3. Almost all of them are here and the
    rest will be here shortly.
    
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    Table of Contents
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    Bookstore Memo (Normal)
    Bookstore Memo (Hard)
    Ticket machine newspaper
    Occult magazine
    About the monster in the water
    Photo on chair
    Picture in the gallery
    "Thus one's life turns to riches"
    Fairy tale, Beginning
    Fairy tale, continued
    Fairy tale, Last Part
    Silent Hill Tourist Information
    About Leonard and Stanley
    2F east hall memo (Normal)
    2F east hall memo (Hard)
    Corpse tattoo
    Memo about the corpse
    Photo - Backside of shelf
    "Hope House" article
    Stanley's diary (Visiting room)
    Stanley's diary (Room C4)
    Stanley's diary (East hall)
    Stanley's diary (Staircase)
    Stanley's diary (Room M4)
    Stanley's diary (Room S7)
    The Song of the Sparrow
    The Song of the Owl
    The Song of the Thrush
    The Song of Cock Robin
    The Song of the Lark
    The Song of the Dove
    The Song of the Linnet
    The Song of the Rook
    The Song of the Wren
    The Song of the Kite
    Crematory door
    Day room notebook
    Book: Lost Memories
    Silhouette photo
    Dad's memo
    Carousel memo
    Alessa memo
    Church door
    Myth - "1. "
    Myth - "2. "
    Myth - "3. "
    Myth - "4. Creation"
    Myth - "5. Promise"
    Myth - "6. Faith"
    St. Alessa portrait
    St. Nicholas portrait
    St. Jennifer portrait
    About syncretic religions
    About Tarot
    Dad's diary
    About the cult's symbol
    Claudia's diary
    Birthday card
    "Aglaophotis"
    Sketchbook (Normal)
    Sketchbook (Hard)
    
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    Bookstore Memo (Normal Riddle Level)
    Fair is foul, and foul is fair.
    Put these books out of order.
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    Bookstore Memo (Hard Riddle Level)
    In here is a tragedy---
    art thou player or audience?
    Be as it may, the end doth remain:
    all go on only toward death.
    
    The first words at thy left hand:
    a false lunacy, a madly dancing man.
    Hearing unhearable words, drawn
    to a beloved's grave---and there,
    mayhap, true madness at last.
    
    As did this one, playing at death,
    find true death at the last.
    Killing a nameless lover, she
    pierced a heart rent by sorrow.
    
    Doth lie invite truth?
    Doth verity but wear the
    mask of falsehood?
    Ah, thou pitiful, thou
    miserable ones!
    
    Still amidst lies, though the end
    cometh not, wherefore yearn
    for death?
    Wilt thou attend to thy beloved?
    Truth and lies, life and death:
    a game of turning white to black
    and black to white.
    
    Is not a silence brimming with
    love more precious than flattery?
    A peaceful slumber preferred to
    a throne besmirched with blood.
    
    One vengeful man
    spilled blood for two;
    Two youths shed tears for three;
    Three witches disappeared thusly;
    And only the four keys remain.
    
    Ah, but verily...
    In here is a tragedy---
    art thou player or audience?
    There is nothing which cannot
    become a puppet of fate or an
    onlooker, peering into the cage.
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    Ticket machine newspaper
    Fatal Accident At Hazel Street
    
    At about 11 PM on the 4th, a man
    waiting on the platform at the Hazel
    Street station fell onto the tracks
    and was decapitated by the arriving
    St. Renata College-bound train.
    The victim died instantly.
    
    While police have not yet determined
    whether the death was an accident or
    suicide, witnesses report that the victim
    did not look inebriated and seemed to
    jump off the platform deliberately.
    
    The victim's indentity is still
    unknown. He wa approximately
    40 years old, 5 feet 10 inches tall,
    and was wearing a black jacket.
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    Occult magazine
    The souls of those who died
    suddenly by suicide or accident
    don't realize they're dead.
    Sometimes they stay put and
    haunt that particular place.
    
    These spirits have lost their human
    senses and memories and can only
    keep replaying the pain and sadness
    of the moment they died.
    
    The pain can get so bad that they
    turn to humans for salvation -- or
    they begrudge humans their lives.
    At such times they can possess
    humans.
    
    Places known as "famous suicide
    spots" or "high-accident areas"
    are often to blame.
    
    You should be careful when
    approaching such locations,
    especially on the day or at the
    time the death occurred.
    That is, if you don't want it
    to happen to you, too...
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    About the monster in the water
    There's a monster in the water. The
    bastard's killed 2 of my buddies.
    
    I should never have doubted that
    old urban legend about alligators
    in the sewers. That was no myth.
    
    But no one believes me. They were
    drunk and slipped? We're not that
    damn stupid.
    
    Even calling it a monster isn't quite
    right. This is something else. All I
    know is...something's in there.
    
    I'm going in now to beat that thing's
    head in. If you find this note,
    consider it my will.
    
    Revenge is futile -- or so you may
    think, reading this. But Jose and
    Jaime were my best buddies.
    
    Wish I knew how to do the deed.
    Guns won't work underwater.
    Even my famous knifework won't
    do much. If only I had a hand
    grenade...
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    Photo on chair
    [Photo of Heather]
    Find the Holy One.
    Kill her?
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    Picture in the gallery
    Flame Purifies All
    By these remains may a person
    find the road to Paradise.
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    "Thus one's life turns to riches"
    Thus one's life turns to riches:
    
    What was a bag of silver coins is
    now the number in a book.
    
    Yet fate hath no price...
    Ah, but do people know this?
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    Fairy tale, Beginning
    Once upon a time, there was
    a monster living at the gates
    of a village.
    It was a very scary and
    a very bad monster.
    It would catch people and
    crunch them up with its big teeth.
    
    The villagers were afraid of the
    monster, and no one would dare
    appraoch the gates.
    Everyone was stuck inside
    the village.
    
    When the king heard about this,
    he summoned his knights.
    The knights eagerly rode out
    to defeat the monster.
    
    "Ha! Take that!"
    Their swords slashed and their
    spears flashed, but the monster
    wouldn't die.
    The monster tossed the knights
    into his mouth one by one,
    horses and all.
    
    What was the king to do?
    He fretted and fussed and paced the
    floor, but could think of no solution.
    
    Soon after, the village priestess came
    to the castle. She was a very kind
    and good person. The king asked
    her to defeat the monster guarding
    the gates.
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    Fairy tale, continued
    The priestess accepted the king's
    request and went to the village gates.
    But when she saw the monster, she
    tried to convince it with words
    instead of killing it.
    
    "Shut up, you! I'm going to eat
    you up!"
    The monster didn't listen to
    a word the priestess said.
    
    But she kept trying to convince
    the monster to give up.
    "It's wrong to eat people,
    you know."
    
    The monster grew very angry at
    this and attacked her, killing her
    with a single mighty blow.
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    Fairy tale, Last Part
    The king and his people shed tears
    at the death of the kind priestess.
    God took pity upon them and,
    granting their wishes, healed the
    priestess.
    
    The priestess opened her eyes just
    as she had done every morning of
    her life. She went once more to the
    monster's lair.
    
    "Fool! You wish to die again?"
    "No... this time it's your turn."
    The priestess had come to defeat
    the monster once and for all.
    
    As the priestess was very very
    kind, she felt sad about this task.
    But it had to be done.
    
    "Swords and spears won't work.
    Arrows and bullets will just bounce
    off. You can't kill me,"
    the monster laughed.
    But the priestess used neither
    sword nor spear. She chanted
    but a single spell.
    
    "TU FUI, EGO ERIS."
    Do you know what happened then?
    The monster let out a huge cry
    and then died and vanished!
    
    Thus the villagers were able to use
    their gates once more. Everyone
    lavished their gratitude upon the
    priestess, and they all lived
    happily ever after.
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    Silent Hill Tourist Information
    Welcome to Silent Hill!
    
    Silent Hill, a quite little
    lakeside resort town.
    We're happy to have you.
    Take some time out of your busy
    schedules and enjoy a nice restful
    vacation here.
    
    Row after row of quaint old houses,
    a gorgeous mountain landscape, and
    a lake which shows different sides
    of its beauty with the passing of the
    day, from sunrise to late afternoons
    to sunset.
    
    Silent Hill will move you and fill
    you with a feeling of deep peace.
    I hope your time here will be
    pleasant and your memories will
    last forever.
    
    Editor: Roger Widmark
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    About Leonard and Stanley
    Leonard Wolf
    
    Room S12.
    Presenting mild audiovisual
    hallucinations, emotional instability,
    obsessive ideas.
    Suspect mild schizophrenia.
    Will continue observation.
    
    Basically calm and cooperative with
    a strong sense of justice.
    However, according to reports,
    becomes very violent when
    overexcited.
    
    Stanley Coleman
    
    Room S07.
    Usually passive and cowardly;
    also egotistical.
    
    Sometimes shows and acts on
    obsessive attachment to a
    particular woman.
    This has caused violent incidents;
    use caution.
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    2F east hall memo (Normal Riddle Level)
    The first is larger than the second;
    the second twice the third;
    the third smaller than the fourth;
    the fourth is half the first.
    
    Four of the numbers
    are not repeated
    Three are not in the top row
    Two are not in the right row
    One of the numbers is the final key
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    2F east hall memo (Hard Riddle Level)
    Pure eyes, blue like a glassy bead---
    You are always looking at me
    and I am always looking at you.
    
    Ah, you're too meek---
    beautiful, unspoiled:
    thus I'm so sad, I suffer---
    and so happy, it hurts.
    
    I want to hurt you
    and destroy myself
    What you would think
    if you knew how I felt.
    
    Would you simply smile,
    not saying a word?
    Even curses from your mouth
    would be as beautiful as pearls.
    
    I place my left hand on your
    face as though we were to kiss.
    Then I suddenly shove my thumb
    deep into your eyesocket.
    Abrupty, decisively,
    like drilling a hole.
    
    And what would it feel like?
    Like jelly?
    Trembling with ecstasy, I obscenely
    mix it around and around: I must
    taste the warmth of your blood.
    
    How would you scream?
    Would you shriek "It hurts!
    It hurts!" as cinnabar-red tears
    stream from your crushed eye?
    
    You can't know the maddening
    hunger I've felt in the midst of
    our kisses, so many of them
    I've lost count.
    
    As though drinking in your cries,
    I bring my hopes to fruition:
    biting your tongue, shredding it,
    biting at your lips as if tasting
    your lipstick.
    
    Oh, what euphoric heights I would
    reach, having my desires fulfilled
    like a greedy, gluttonous cur.
    
    I longed, too, for your cherry-tinted
    cheeks, tasty enough to bewitch my
    tongue.
    I would surely be healed,
    and would cry like a child.
    
    And how is your tender ear?
    It brushes against my cheek;
    I want it to creep up to my lips so
    I can sink my teeth into its flesh.
    
    Your left ear, always hearing words
    whispered sweet as pie---
    I want it to hear my true feelings.
    I never lied, no...
    but I did have my secrets.
    
    Ah, but what must you think of me?
    Do you hate me? Are you afraid?
    As though inviting you to the agony
    at the play's end, if you wish, you
    could destroy me---I wouldn't care.
    
    As you wish, you may destroy me
    ---I wouldn't care.
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    Corpse tattoo
    The start time is my key.
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    Memo about the corpse
    Background: unknown.
    Name/age: unknown.
    Not admitted patient. Found in poor
    mental state on hospital grounds
    and temporarily installed in room
    M4 at chief's discretion.
    
    Died late tonight from blood loss
    due to severed carotid artery.
    Was grasping own kitchen knife
    in right hand; assume this was
    cause of neck wound.
    
    Possible suicide, but wound
    angle suspicious. Sent to 2nd
    floor treatment room for
    further investigation.
    Have received no proof or
    corroboration of event from
    patient residing in same room.
    
    Have not notified police.
    However, for future necessity,
    leave victim's bed and effects
    intact (room M4).
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    "Hope House" article
    Teaching Despair: "Hope House"
    
    "Hope House", an orphanage on
    the outskirts of Silent Hill. But
    behind its false image is a place
    where children are kidnapped
    and brainwashed.
    
    Hope House is managed by the
    "Silent Hill Smile Support Society,"
    a charity organization sometimes
    called "4S."
    It's true that 4S is a well-respected
    charity that "takes in poor children
    without homes and raises them with
    hope."
    
    But at its heart, it is a heathen
    organization that teaches its own
    warped dogma in lieu of good
    religious values.
    
    Mr. Smith (temp), who lives near
    "Hope House," had this to say:
    "Sometimes at night I can hear their
    weird prayers and the sounds of
    [children] crying. I went there to
    complain one time, but they ran me
    right out. Since then, it hasn't changed
    a bit."
    
    In fact, this reporter was refused
    admission when he attempted to
    take photographs in the facility.
    What exactly do the folks at
    "Hope House" have to hide?
    
    During my investigations, I was
    able to discover, however, a
    suspicious-looking round concrete
    tower which appears to be part of
    their facilities.
    
    Unfortunately no one was willing
    to tell us what the tower was used
    for. But it seems unlikely that it has
    anything to do with the business of
    raising orphans. It may in fact be a
    prison, or a secret place of worship.
    
    The cult religion that operates
    "Hope House" is known by the
    locals simply as "The Order".
    
    It's a religion that is deeply interwoven
    with Silent Hill's history.
    But its worshippers' fervent belief
    that they are among the elite "chosen
    people" has a dark and dangerous side.
    
    I intend to continue my
    investigation of "Hope House"
    and the cult behind it.
    I've always believed that "telling
    the whole truth" and showing the
    children the true path, is our most
    important duty.
    
    Joseph Schreiber
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    Stanley's diary (Visiting room)
    This day has finally come.
    That's right -- the day when you and
    I will meet.
    
    I was always thinking of you,
    here in this gloomy cell.
    I never even knew your name
    or face until today.
    
    But now I know.
    I know you're the one
    I've been waiting for.
    
    And haven't you been
    waiting for me, too?
    That's why you came to rescue me.
    
    Oh, how I love you, Heather.
    
    I want to give you my prized doll
    I made to commemorate our
    meeting, the start of this
    everlasting love.
    Ah, I can already see your
    smiling face.
    
    Stanley Coleman
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    Stanley's diary (Room C4)
    The Organization has me
    shut up in here.
    They need to break my will,
    to make me forget about all that.
    
    But I'll stay sane even if they throw
    me in here with lunatics.
    
    How about if I stick this
    to the wall?
    That would be worthless.
    You can peel it off,
    can't you, with that junk those
    nasty wenches won't stop using?
    
    If a thing has no meaning, there's
    no reason for it to exist at all.
    Just as you exist for me.
    
    But why haven't you taken
    my doll with you?
    Ah, my gift must've
    embarrassed you.
    How cute you are, Heather!
    
    Stanley Coleman
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    Stanley's diary (East hall)
    You may not yet have realized
    your own true feelings.
    But you sense them unconsciously.
    
    And so you're trying to get
    closer to me.
    That's a virtue, the path to Paradise.
    
    If the door's locked, open it.
    Use the password for
    the prison gates.
    Doctor... I've forgotten his name.
    Anyway, that quack has it posted.
    
    He should be here, too.
    I mean, 4 numbers would've been
    good enough, but he kept on going.
    
    Isn't it a shame? I'm not there.
    Aren't you irritated?
    I long for you, but you're so cruel.
    Still, I want you, Heather.
    
    Stanley Coleman
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    Stanley's diary (Staircase)
    I also like the rooftop.
    It makes me want to fly.
    You too?
    
    Stanley Coleman
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    Stanley's diary (Room M4)
    There was a tattooed guy
    on that rumpled bed.
    Not any more, though.
    That alarm clock and filthy bag
    are his.
    
    Ah, but don't misunderstand.
    I haven't done a thing.
    I didn't hate him,
    though he was a liar.
    
    Shall I write something of my own?
    On my chest, since I can't cut it
    open to show you my heart.
    "I Love Heather".
    
    No, something a bit more forceful.
    "I Love Heather" isn't enough for
    what I feel.
    Oh, what tender emotion
    this image brings...
    
    Stanley Coleman
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    Stanley's diary (Room S7)
    Goodbye, Heather.
    I'm sorry I wasn't able to
    respond to your love.
    
    It's all over.
    Leonard despises me---because
    I made fun of it, saying it would
    come to this.
    
    If it weren't for his meddling,
    I would have been able to meet
    you in just a little while.
    Then I could have taken you
    to my world.
    
    A world for us alone, more
    beautiful than this one.
    
    And I had been waiting for this day,
    for today. The day I'd see you,
    the day you'd save me. Today.
    
    Heather, watch out for him.
    Leonard is no ordinary guy.
    
    Farewell. I loved you.
    
    Heather, my goddess.
    Heather, my lover.
    Heather, my
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    The Song of the Sparrow
    Who killed Cock Robin?
    "The Sparrow," they said
    "He wants them all dead
    To him, honey-sweet is
    their sobbin'"
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    The Song of the Owl
    The Owl who forgot the sky
    Resigned to his poor earthbound state
    Hungry or full didn't matter at all
    He ate and he ate and he ate
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    The Song of the Thrush
    The grass the Thrush so loved to eat
    Gave him sweet happiness
    He sank ever deeper and finally fell
    To destruction and fatal distress
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    The Song of Cock Robin
    Cock Robin, who hid the key away
    Is ash in the oven, all right
    The place he held is empty now
    And the doors remain shut tight
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    The Song of the Lark
    The Lark's child lost all his words
    And walled himself up all away
    Heart and mouth both locked up tight
    In a cage where none want to stay
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    The Song of the Dove
    The Dove's hope died; he chose his path
    His flapping wings fell still
    Drenched in scarlet here they lay
    His cheeks pale white and chill
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    The Song of the Linnet
    He seeks out her soul by his own
    black ambition
    Frightening her out of her wits
    Whispering love songs into her ear
    What cruel Linnet wants, he gets
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    The Song of the Rook
    The black Rook is the praying sort
    Who hears the gods in the skies
    His whispered petitions go on
    without end
    And glassy and dim are his eyes
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    The Song of the Wren
    The Wren, with pure heart as
    yet unrefined
    Makes us laugh with his feeble
    lip-smacking
    But still we all know he shall
    never grow old
    And he knows not how much
    he is lacking
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    The Song of the Kite
    The Kite, hot, crazy, and panting mad
    Sweet shackles that tease and excite
    Death itself would drive him wild
    Red blood that turns milky white
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    Crematory door
    Burn the one who knows no death
    Pure, adored by those above
    No prayers within, just simple love
    
    And now the pining hunter
    The flames longing for his rebirth
    A distant breath within the earth
    
    Burn up that heavy body of his
    Make it wind, dancing in the sky
    That bottomless gut now a cloud,
    now a sigh
    
    The sweet blood on his laughing lips
    Now calls him to the gates of Hell
    There burns evermore that soulless shell
    
    Four bodies return to ashes
    Thus the door is opened
    Thus the door is opened
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    Day room notebook
    The world is teeming with
    unnecessary people.
    
    It's God's decision that I fight.
    As a knight of honor, as protector
    of the seal, I sacrifice myself to the
    blood of criminals.
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    Book: Lost Memories
    One characteristic, mentioned only
    in rare documents and dying out in
    the modern age, is that of the ritual
    sacrifice.
    
    "Offering prayers, pierce a man's
    chest with a copper stake. Drench
    the altar in the blood which spouts
    red from the heart, to praise and to
    show loyalty unto God."
    
    In another sacrificial rite mentioned
    in the same book, the victim is
    burned alive.
    
    This was a more dignified ceremony
    in which prisoners and sinners were
    not allowed to participate. Only the
    clergy could be sacrificed.
    
    Similar to burning at the stake, no
    comparable rite can be found in
    religions practiced nearby. It may
    have some connection with the
    main deity being a sun god.
    
    Even though this religion extols
    redemption, it brings to mind a
    dark and cultish history.
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    Dad's memo
    Dahlia's the one who said it---
    said that the girl was a demon.
    That she took my daughter
    for a sacrifice.
    
    But it's not totally believable.
    I mean, appearances can be
    deceiving.
    When I saw that photo in the
    hospital basement, I thought,
    "That girl looks like Cheryl."
    Is that why I feel this way?
    
    Something's not normal, anyway.
    Nothing good will come of this.
    But I just can't think of her as
    a demon.
    
    Is it my imagination, or do I actually
    feel sorry for her?
    Why do I feel like she's looking
    for someone to help?
    
    Cheryl's what's important to me.
    Everything else can wait until I've
    gotten her back.
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    Carousel memo
    When 13 turns count 4,
    you will die from their curse.
    
    If you wish to escape,
    there is but one way out.
    
    To kill before you are killed:
    you will be saved by the 12th death.
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    Alessa memo
    It would be better for "myself"
    to die. After all, it's nothing to
    be afraid of...
    
    That child...that demon...
    When I think of the endless pain
    it will bring when it is birthed...
    I decided that, instead of the
    suffering and cruelty I endured
    in that sick room,...
    
    That I would like to bestow a
    more gentle and peaceful death
    on "myself".
    Why do "I" resist? I never thought
    of "myself" as such a fool.....
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    Church door
    This door is the gate which leads to
    the Road to Paradise.
    
    Embrace the bosom of the
    Holy Mother.
    Admit your sins and be forgiven.
    Eternal tranquility can be yours.
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    Myth - "4. Creation"
    4. Creation
    
    God created beings to lead people
    in obedience to Her.
    The red god, Xuchilbara;
    the yellow go, Lobsel Vith;
    many gods and angels. Finally,
    God set out to create Paradise,
    where people would be happy
    just by being there.
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    Myth - "5. Promise"
    5. Promise
    
    But there God's strength ran out,
    and She collapsed.
    All the world's people grieved this
    unfortunate event, yet God
    breathed Her last.
    She returned to the dust,
    promising to come again.
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    Myth - "6. Faith"
    6. Faith
    
    So God hasn't been lost.
    We must offer our prayers and
    not forget our faith.
    We wait in hope for the day when
    the path to Paradise will be opened.
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    St. Alessa portrait
    St Alessa:
    Mother of God, Daughter of God
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    St. Nicholas portrait
    St. Nicholas:
    Miraculous Hands, a Doctor of God
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    St. Jennifer portrait
    St. Jennifer:
    Unwavering Faith Under
    Death's Blade
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    About syncretic religions
    There is no religion that has
    remained unchanged from the
    moment it was founded.
    This one is no execption.
    
    When this religion fell into the
    hands of immigrants, it was deeply
    influenced by their own original
    Christian beliefs.
    
    For example, the traditional
    representatives of these primal
    gods may be given the names and
    descriptions of Christian angels.
    This shared characteristics being
    to appear.
    
    (There is also one rare example
    of the chief deity, "Creator of
    Paradise" or "Lord of Serpents
    and Reeds", being dubbed with
    a demon's name. Of course, this
    was not done by believers, but
    by their opponents.)
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    About Tarot
    Tarot was based on the 22 Hebrew
    consonants and is said to represent
    the entire world.
    
    Each card, mumbered 0 through 21,
    has a particular meaning.
    By reading these cards,
    fortunetellers predict the future.
    
    For example, the first card, "The
    Magician," signifies creation, wisdom,
    beginnings, or destruction and fraud.
    The second card, "The High Priestess,"
    denotes intuition, harmony, faith, or
    dogmatism and arrogance.
    
    According to some texts, the
    Gardner deck had more than 22
    cards. (The Gardner deck does not
    exist today; it is mentioned only in
    the literature.)
    
    It is said that these extra cards were
    based on lost Hebrew vowels and
    denoted an otherworldly,
    transcendental existence: i.e., God.
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    Dad's diary
    I sometimes have the sense even
    now that, that girl is a reincarnation
    of Alessa.
    I don't worry about it much now.
    That's all forgiven.
    
    You were unloved, Cheryl...
    Or was that Alessa?
    Now Cheryl is Alessa again.
    
    No matter whose reincarnation
    she may have been, that girl was
    my most beloved treasure.
    
    But that name was a mistake.
    At the time I thought of her only as
    a replacement for my lost Cheryl.
    
    When she knows the truth,
    will she feel bad?
    That's what worries me.
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    About the cult's symbol
    Represents the deity known as
    "The Halo of the Sun." In heraldry,
    symbolizes a religious group.
    
    The two outer circles are charity and
    resurrection; the three inner circles
    are present, past, and future.
    
    Usually drawn in red. Occasionally
    drawn in black or other colors, but
    blue reverses the meaning into a
    curse on God and is therefore
    forbidden.
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    Claudia's diary
    November 10
    
    She didn't die then; she was born.
    I knew that for a fact.
    
    But then why haven't I found her
    yet? They were supposed to need
    her power to build Paradise, for the
    happiness of the people.
    
    She was supposed to be reborn
    for that.
    
    I'd really like to see her.
    
    November 14
    
    Read "The Book of Praise."
    I want to thank Father for lending me
    such an invaluable book.
    
    I found what I'd been searching for
    in there -- how to awaken God.
    But it's much too cruel.
    
    Will I be able to pull it off when
    I see her?
    
    November 16
    
    I was free all day, so I read "A
    Modern History of Refugees" and
    "Young Slaves: Child Exploitation."
    
    I don't want to be a mere bystander
    in this world. I can't do anything
    now, though, and that's what's hard.
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    Birthday card
    To little Claudia,
    Happy 6th birthday!
    I love you as if you were my real
    sister. Here's to you!
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    "Aglaophotis"
    Aglaophotis
    
    Red liquid or crystals resembling
    blood. According to the Kabbalah,
    the name is taken from an herb with
    the power to dispel evil spirits. It is
    said to grow in Arabian deserts.
    
    It may be vaporized or applied as
    a poultice to guard against demons.
    It is powerful, but as it is rare, it is
    extremely difficult to obtain.
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    Sketchbook (Normal Riddle Level)
    The door sure does rattle,
    but it's struck tight.
    A secret is hidden out
    of your sight!
    You may be thinking,
    "What could it be?"
    You'll need five magic cards
    if you want to see.
    
    What to do, then,
    with all these?
    I'll tell you straight
    and I won't tease--
    Just as long as
    you say "please".
    
    Now the first thing you must know
    Is that there's something
    in each row.
    But that is not the half of it:
    Three would be too hard to fit.
    
    The upside-down man
    under the ground:
    To his right, to his left,
    there's no one around.
    Leave him alone, though
    his tears are profound.
    
    The moon is up above the sky,
    Full or crescent, floating high.
    Twinkling light sits like a crown
    On the head of a crazy clown.
    
    Your Excellency,
    praying to God most high
    Do you think you
    can tell me why
    You always look up
    at the night sky?
    
    Do you have it now?
    You didn't forget?
    One major point you
    must not omit.
    And now at the last,
    before you take a whack
    Here's one more hint to
    help keep you on track.
    
    Scary and hateful, that
    thing in the night
    Better be careful --
    it's not on your right!
    Turn to the left and
    you'll keep it in sight.
    
    So you'll open the door?
    I'm just sure that there'll
    Be nothing beyond it but
    frightening peril.
    Forget about that!
    Just stay and play!
    Or else I'll be left
    here alone all day.
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    Sketchbook (Hard Riddle Level)
    I had a dream.
    In my dream, I opened a door.
    But what that really me?
    I had a different name.
    
    ING  WXX  NXA
    OEI  IFI  VII
    
    MOX  NOT  XVH
    XON  HNG  III
    
    XAA  CXX  CCX
    JII  IEI  IHT
    
    5 are true and 4 are lies---
    and there are some fibs mixed
    in with the truth.
    
    That's 'cause it's scary to write
    only the truth.
    But dreams...dreams are like lies,
    after all.
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