Unsolvable
The artifact
one
only one
preserved in howling sand
precious
digged, found, rigged, bound, brought to wisdom of the galaxy.
Sages three
from planets five (don't ask)
trembling dared look it
M'daath, the one with heads two never agreeing
venerated title
but
title of this dying little square of sheets thin
was what?
Language beings gone stayed behind
known
sages mastered it of
0f anlgaamerish long dead script
written in three hieroglyphs
wall one, sign on buildings one, and quadrat flimsy artefacts devoured all by time, collected in some places easier to burn them.
since this one
/the heretical wise sect demanded there was compulanguage too, but no proofs remained/
Head second always first tried, always:
"It is a female insect hovering over food. See, (h)er and fly and food, butter. Dier it the owner, and Y a we know a city in the north. It will happen month May"
Head second pale jealous green against
"It is challenge fighting, see, kick butt, we met fore; means war.
Two females will kill other, flying. Mad to the death with drink of rye. Mye is a name not month. We know the owner of it know."
-------- name never said, the one in cloud eternal,
was slow as all snake people were
"It is a religious ritual, where food, butter is thrown to the gods above, can't you see. Butt up we know, its push up. And person will die will with knife of ry. An there is lament, we seen before, my, my,, my."
N, as all his flying species with one name letter hissed his say
"It is mating ritual, the butter not food but lubricant for male member entering the fly, fly covering sexual organ, we read that, obvious. Below is signatur of author, D. the fiery one. My was the god of this people. The pieces left are full of its name"
Days changed evenings dark, dark born rosy morn.
Wisest three sages from five planets (don't ask)
agreed
to disagree
there no agree
And sat around little square, possibly treasure history in
afraid open
what is not known
and looked, soaked, cooked in head, word on title page
puzzle unsolvable
glaring its letters at them.
Letters
saying
Butterfly
My Diary