( Continuation of Garden march.)
" To your dismay, the second note is even more unclear than the first. ' Bottles, Bottles of blue, Bottles of gold. Bottles that keep memories of old.' '...What?....' You flip the note around a few times, turning it every which way, Hoping to spot something you may have missed. Out of the corner of your eye, you see something shiny still on the floor. '...A h-hand saw?...' The longer you stay in this house the more confused you become. You already established that the false door, ( as you've deemed it.) to be Hollow. something must be behind it. You glance at the saw and back at the door. You decide to knock on the door once more to confirm. 'What is there to lose? Other than the door of course.' You cut just enough to slip through. Once in, you find yourself in and room with bottles hanging from the ceiling, One bottle, colored blue and gold, with what appears to be a note inside."

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