Slender & Velvra
Slender
I’ve been dissecting an old riddle that feels more like a cryptic poem than a simple puzzle, and it’s made me think: what if the layout of a crime scene could be read like a stanza? Have you ever come across a verse that feels like a crime scene, with each line pointing to a clue?
Velvra
I’ve read a poem that’s almost a crime scene—each line drops a clue, the rhyme a map, the rhythm the footsteps left behind. It feels like a detective’s notebook turned into verse.