Disclaimer: The following document fragment is presented from an in-character perspective, it should not be taken as the truth of the setting.
Context: A mysterium, is a common name for a book written to provoke thought. The excerpt below comes from a modern mysterium, one aimed at a younger audience at that. It is a puzzle with three answers, and not designed to be particularly difficult. Note that there aren’t any mistakes in the text.
𝕲𝖎𝖛𝖊𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖓𝖆𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝖚𝖒𝖆𝖓𝖎𝖙𝖞, 𝖎𝖙 𝖎𝖘 𝖓𝖔𝖙 𝖆 𝖘𝖚𝖗𝖕𝖗𝖎𝖘𝖊 𝖙𝖔 𝖆𝖓𝖞𝖓𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖜𝖊 𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖈𝖊𝖗𝖓 𝖔𝖚𝖗𝖘𝖊𝖑𝖛𝖊𝖘 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖍𝖎𝖉𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖙𝖗𝖚𝖙𝖍 𝖋𝖗𝖔𝖒 𝖊𝖆𝖈𝖍 𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗. 𝕴𝖙 𝖎𝖘 𝖆𝖘 𝖎𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖒𝖊𝖗𝖗𝖊 𝖆𝖈𝖙 𝖔𝖋 𝖘𝖍𝖆𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖐𝖓𝖔𝖜𝖑𝖊𝖉𝖌𝖊 𝖆𝖒𝖔𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘𝖙 𝖔𝖚𝖗𝖘𝖊𝖑𝖛𝖊𝖘 𝖎𝖘 𝖘𝖔𝖒𝖊 𝖌𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖆𝖓𝖆𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖒𝖆 𝖙𝖔 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖞 𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖈𝖊𝖕𝖙 𝖔𝖋 𝖐𝖓𝖔𝖜𝖑𝖊𝖌𝖊.
𝕺𝖋 𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖗𝖘𝖊, 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖎𝖘 𝖆 𝖋𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖆𝖈𝖞 𝖇𝖆𝖘𝖊𝖉 𝖔𝖓 𝖍𝖊 𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖈𝖊𝖕𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓 𝖔𝖋 𝖘𝖈𝖆𝖈𝖎𝖙𝖞. 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖛𝖆𝖑𝖚𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝖐𝖓𝖔𝖚𝖜𝖑𝖊𝖉𝖌𝖊 𝖘𝖊𝖊𝖒𝖘 𝖙𝖔 𝖇𝖊 𝖓𝖔𝖙 𝖒𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖑𝖞 𝖙𝖔 𝖕𝖔𝖘𝖘𝖊𝖙𝖘𝖘 𝖎𝖙 𝖇𝖚𝖙 𝖙𝖔 𝖕𝖔𝖘𝖘𝖊𝖘𝖘 𝖎𝖙 𝖜𝖊𝖓 𝖓𝖔 𝖔𝖓𝖊 𝖊𝖑𝖘𝖊 𝖉𝖔𝖊𝖘. 𝕬 𝖕𝖗𝖎𝖟𝖊𝖉 𝖕𝖔𝖘𝖘𝖊𝖘𝖎𝖔𝖓 𝖙𝖔 𝖇𝖊 𝖍𝖔𝖆𝖗𝖉𝖊𝖉, 𝖑𝖎𝖐𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖌𝖔𝖑𝖉𝖊𝖓 𝖇𝖊𝖉 𝖚𝖕𝖔𝖓 𝖜𝖍𝖎𝖈𝖍 𝖆 𝖉𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖔𝖓 𝖘𝖑𝖚𝖒𝖇𝖊𝖗𝖘.
𝕯𝖔𝖊𝖘 𝖎𝖙 𝖓𝖊𝖊𝖉 𝖙𝖔 𝖇𝖊 𝖘𝖔? 𝕬𝖗𝖊 𝖜𝖊 𝖒𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖞 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖘𝖊 𝖏𝖊𝖆𝖑𝖔𝖚𝖘 𝖇𝖊𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖘 𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖈𝖊𝖗𝖓𝖊𝖉 𝖜𝖙𝖍 𝖜𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖜𝖊 𝖈𝖆𝖓 𝖈𝖑𝖆𝖎𝖒𝖊 𝖙𝖔 𝖇𝖊 𝖔𝖚𝖗𝖘 𝖒𝖔𝖗𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖓 𝖜𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖜𝖊 𝖈𝖆𝖓 𝖈𝖑𝖆𝖎𝖒 𝖙𝖔 𝖇𝖊 𝕺𝖀𝕽𝕾?
𝕰𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖞𝖔𝖓𝖊 𝖋𝖆𝖈𝖊𝖘 𝖉𝖇𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖍 𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖞. 𝖂𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖊𝖓𝖉, 𝖉𝖔𝖊𝖘 𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖐𝖓𝖔𝖜𝖑𝖊𝖉𝖌𝖊 𝖋𝖎𝖓𝖉 𝖆 𝖉𝖊𝖒𝖎𝖘𝖊𝖗 𝖆𝖘 𝖜𝖊𝖎𝖑𝖑? 𝖂𝖔𝖚𝖑𝖉 𝖎𝖙 𝖓𝖔𝖙 𝖇𝖊𝖓𝖋𝖎𝖙 𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖌𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖙 𝖙𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖘𝖚𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖘 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖉 𝖜𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖉 𝖔𝖕𝖊𝖓, 𝖑𝖎𝖐𝖊 𝖒𝖚𝖘𝖊𝖚𝖒𝖘?
𝕰𝖓𝖙𝖗𝖚𝖘𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖉-𝖜𝖔𝖓 𝖕𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖑𝖘 𝖔𝖋 𝖜𝖎𝖘𝖉𝖔𝖒 𝖙𝖔 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖓𝖇𝖊𝖝𝖙 𝖌𝖊𝖓𝖗𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓 𝖎𝖘 𝖆𝖙 𝖒𝖊𝖆𝖓𝖘 𝖇𝖞 𝖍𝖎𝖈𝖍 𝖜𝖊 𝖌𝖆𝖎𝖓 𝖎𝖒𝖒𝖔𝖊𝖗𝖙𝖆𝖑𝖎𝖙𝖞. 𝕺𝖗 𝖆𝖙 𝖑𝖊𝖆𝖘𝖙 𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖗 𝖎𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖒𝖊𝖒𝖔𝖗𝖞 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖉𝖗𝖆𝖒𝖘 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖑𝖉. 𝕭𝖚𝖙 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖒𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 𝖎𝖓 𝖎𝖙𝖘𝖊𝖑𝖋 𝖇𝖊 𝖆 𝖘𝖚𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖋𝖎𝖈𝖎𝖆𝖑 𝖆𝖓𝖓𝖘𝖜𝖊𝖗.
𝕻𝖊𝖗𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖘, 𝖜𝖊 𝖘𝖍𝖔𝖚𝖑𝖉 𝖗𝖊𝖈𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖉𝖘 𝖔𝖓𝖈𝖊 𝖘𝖕𝖔𝖐𝖍𝖊𝖓 𝖎𝖓 𝖘𝖊𝖈𝖗𝖊𝖈𝖞 𝖙𝖔 𝕮𝖆𝖘𝖆𝖗:
𝐄𝐑𝐊𝐃𝐁𝐎 𝐂𝐈𝐋𝐎 𝐁𝐅𝐗𝐏𝐕 𝐗𝐏𝐓𝐁𝐎𝐏 𝐘𝐐𝐎𝐗𝐕𝐏𝐏 𝐄𝐑𝐊𝐃𝐁𝐎 𝐂𝐎 𝐙𝐋𝐉𝐋𝐎𝐐𝐅𝐊𝐃 𝐈𝐅𝐁𝐏
𝕽𝖆𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖓 𝖆𝖘𝖘𝖚𝖒𝖊 𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝖐𝖓𝖔𝖜𝖑𝖊𝖉𝖌𝖊 𝖎𝖘 𝖇𝖊𝖓𝖊𝖋𝖎𝖈𝖎𝖆𝖑 𝖙𝖔 𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖞𝖔𝖓𝖊, 𝖕𝖊𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖘 𝖜𝖊 𝖘𝖍𝖔𝖚𝖑𝖉 𝖖𝖚𝖘𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓 𝖎𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖎𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖆𝖊𝖉 𝖆𝖗𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖘𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖘𝖍𝖔𝖚𝖑𝖉 𝖗𝖊𝖒𝖆𝖎𝖓 𝖍𝖎𝖉𝖉𝖊𝖓. 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖊𝖑𝖉𝖗𝖎𝖙𝖈𝖍 𝖙𝖗𝖔𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖘 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖌𝖗𝖎𝖕𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖙 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖎𝖈𝖊-𝖈𝖔𝖑𝖉 𝖋𝖊𝖆𝖗.
Esoteric Musings... 