She looked at the words on the page, trying to figure out the riddle presented to her. It wasn’t that she couldn’t grasp an answer – she couldn’t figure out what they were trying to ask. “Give me more time,” she said to the loudspeaker. More time to find a question and answer before they killed her.
Riddle me through the Green Glass Door, to golden treasures locked without a key, to the beginning of everything and the end of life.
She looked at the words on the page, trying to figure out the riddle presented to her. It wasn’t that she couldn’t grasp an answer – she couldn’t figure out what they were trying to ask. “Give me more time,” she said to the loudspeaker. More time to find a question and answer before they killed her.