My name is Mary Moscovonitch. I live in a castle in the middle of the city. It is very big and pretty.
My papa’ name is… Father? A lot of people call him father, but he is only my daddy. I don’t know why.
My mommy’s name is mommy. I don’t see her very often, only on Sundays. She doesn’t live in the castle with me and daddy. She lives in the hospital.
One day, my daddy took me to the place he goes every day, which is work. He is very important, and everyone loves to ask him things, and he knows everything.
He took me to a room he sometimes goes in for days. Whenever I try to find him, they say he is in that room. He says he’s been working really hard to make the perfect doll, but when I look at the clay doll, it looks like nothing changed. He says erasing and trying again is important for science.
He then took me to his office to play in while he worked. I usually stay with my grandma, but it must be a special day. On his desk is are a bunch of paper. I can’t read very well, and the questions seem very difficult. There’s a paper with check marks on it too, but I just play with the blocks instead.
After that, we went to mom’s place. She’s been living here for as long as I lived. Today, my daddy gave me a very pretty flower. He says he made it, but I don’t know how to make flowers. It is supposed to go into a pot in her room. We need to keep giving her new flowers because the old ones turn grey. But when we go in, it is not very good. There are many people and it is loud. Daddy started getting really angry and started smashing things, so I ran away and forgot to give her the flower.
Is it because I forgot to give her the flowers?
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“...I see.”
Reginn lifted his hand from the fleshy surface of this terrible underworld. It seemed that the flower’s existence was explained — the prisoners’ memories were not erased, but consumed by this flower, and not only theirs, but a young girl’s as well. This meant that she was also executed to create the perfect soldier…
He continued on. It seemed that there were visible protrusions within this realm, glowing a deep yellow-like oozing pus. It was disgusting, but he had no choice but to continue onward.
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I’m going to fucking kill Alevensteinn Moscovonitch, no matter what it takes. He’s the cancer of this world, and he has to be killed. He has already ruined so fucking many lives and good men, it’s appealing. So many good men fell into his lies about his connection with the Goddess — a false prophet, literally prophecized in divine text. He is no priest, he’s just a madman who will bring ruin to the nation with his radical ideas. He’s just an insane psycho who doesn’t know what a human is.
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Even if I die, it’ll be for the greater good.
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This one must’ve been the memory of a prisoner. It seemed that Alvensteinn… the father of the first girl presumably was a priest of sort and an important political figure. However, it isn’t exactly best to trust the words of a madman rambling about murdering someone, so he would need to continue ever onward for more information.
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Aleven promised to make me perfect, and beautiful. I can’t wait for it. I can’t wait to finally reject my imperfect body, my imperfect soul. But it’s a bit difficult to trust him. He talks of grandiose ideals and crusades, but it feels like he’s using me. But then again, he’s my only path to perfection.
Even if I die in the process, at least I won’t live ugly anymore.
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From this excerpt, Alevensteinn seemed more and more of an evil man. This one must’ve been from someone obsessed with beauty, not necessarily a prisoner. The prisoner concept may have been Attila’s misconception or assumption, and the main characteristic that brought these participants together seemed to be an experiment of some kind — an experiment to become perfect — which birthed Kyriekaos.
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Today at choir practice, I saw Father Moscovonitch doing something… really bad. I usually don’t stay up at night, but I heard someone digging at the back of the church while I was sleeping, and when I looked outside the window, I saw Father digging up a grave! I heard some rumours and stuff before, but now I’m really scared — because he actually saw me too! I’ve always followed the rules and never EVER did anything wrong!
I’m too scared to tell anything to anyone. Am I going to die? Am I going to hell?!
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Another excerpt from a child. It seemed that Moscovonitch was indiscriminate in choosing his victims for the Kyriekaos project, though it was still unclear why he would choose his daughter. He would need to continue onward. This was likely the memories of the final ‘prisoner’.
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…Nice to meet you, memory-reader.
…Huh?
No need to be too surprised. I assume you’re either someone as talented, or gifted as me, so I suppose you’ve figured most things out. But I’m not a monster — so I’ll tell you the truth. But don’t worry, this will be so unforgivable, that you’ll never forget me.
…Are you Alevensteinn Moscovonitch?
Well… I am his memories. I’m like a memoir or a biography, but hidden deep within the greatest puzzle. Of course, from what I’ve gathered… my true self had perished, no? It seems that not even I was able to overcome the brutal waves of time. It’s truly a shame that I was not able to complete the Kyriekaos Project in time.
What is the Kyriekaos Project?
…Let me elaborate. Perhaps we can approach a similar conclusion.