Nixak's January 2026 1 Million Scrap Riddle

[Nixak]

Solve the riddle, find my note and return it to me ... easy 

A million scrap in timber waits,
My note decides the bears’ true fates.

Ignore the sign, dismiss the game,
Their fragile lives depend on flame.

“On a horse with no name” hum that tune,
Most chase the beast and leave too soon.

The lyric points to what is gone,
A missing mark you must act on.

“There were plants and birds and rocks and things” recite,
A scattered list observed in sight.

Not wrapped in walls or buried deep,
Count what’s seen and what you keep.

“The heat was hot” a phrase once heard,
Misheard by many as another word.

No promise made of shade or rest,
Exposure is the silent test.

“After two days” is how they sing,
Some hear Tuesdays — numbers cling.

Hear wrong on purpose, count what’s said,
Letters guide you where maps are read.

Sixth string low, let bass be played,
Count the frets where notes are laid.

Solve it fast, be sharp, astuted…
Or I will have my fun & the pookie bears will get executed. 

[Nixak]

Dear Nachtenfrau, TidalSteak, and ThomasRET,
Asking for clues already? You’re not desperate yet.
It’s barely a week and you’re begging for more,
Like the box should tip its hand and settle the score.

Credit where due, TidalSteak voiced one true thought,
The rest of you wandered, unsure what you sought.
Certain you’d seen it, confident, loud,
But the box remains hidden, shrouded, unbowed.

You want a clue? Fine pay the toll:
One LARGE pookie bear in my dropbox, whole.
No bear, no hint, no sympathy face,
This is Elysium, not a cuddle-safe place.

[Nixak]

Nachtenfrau hung in my pool while I wrote this line,
Paid her dues quick — sharp, cunning, and fine.
The rest of you fumble, lost in play,
Follow the wrong and watch your hopes decay.
Count what’s silent, heed what’s veiled,
Only the clever leave disappointed, not derailed.