Then again, perhaps this is just another sign that I require unique strength to continue forward.

Coming to the next wall, I find only one final door, painted purple.

I walk through this singular purple door.

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I press my hand to the purple painted wood and see it also has an inscription printed in bronze. It’s not just one symbol, though, like the other doors. I recognize this writing as half of the quote for the Princess of Cups listed in Perilli’s booklet. It reads: Rise above jealousy, manipulation, and possession. Beside each emotion, the symbols for The Devil, The Fool, and Strength appear. Whatever else this means, it must mean I’m close.

I walk through the door and I am faced with another room, one that has several other doors leading inside along the near wall. On the far wall, however, is another single purple door—which must make this some kind of funneled outlet. Approaching the final door, I wonder if I’m about to find treasure or ruin.

I enter another darkened space and hear a metallic shift and a soft clunk. Shining my flashlight around, I see there’s no new door in here, just a set of stairs that must lead out of the maze and into the attic. Then I see something that makes my heart stop. Positioned in the center of the room…

A fish tank filled with water. There’s a compartment above this tank, one that has a wire leading back to the door I just entered through. Then, shining the flashlight down, I see the Princess of Cups card floating in the water inside. Then I realize it can’t be just water, because the card disintegrates far faster than it should.

I rush up to the tank, looking for some way to save the drowning Princess. But I realize the trigger-switch on the purple door I entered through not only dunked the card, it also locked the tank lid in place. Looking back, I see a second blue door also leads into this room—without any trigger. Somewhere, according to Carson Perilli, I must have chosen the wrong path. The Princess will now be destroyed in a matter of seconds, and there’s nothing I can do about it.

I pore my eyes over the disappearing card while I still can. I find the Princess has been painted to resemble Lily, just like the rest of the Baxter Cups royals. Instead of her usual flowing femininity, this Princess has Lily’s simple style and short hair. She holds a cup on her stomach as she floats face up on the surface of the ocean. This is the last thing I see before the Princess of Cups vanishes, lost in the water forever.