Remember I told you that I am slowly turning eccentric? Well, turns out, it's worse than I had imagined. See, writing some random words on a piece of paper is one thing, and taking apart the hands of a brand new, perfectly functioning clock for no apparent reason, putting them inside a passcode-protected safe, and then forgetting entirely about that password is another. And guess what? That's exactly what I did. Genius, right?
To make matters worse, the wall is a complete mess with all sorts of random papers and post-it notes. I could deal with that, I've learned to live with that by now; but the clock! I need those hands! I know they are inside that safe, but until I manage to remember the four letter code, time won't change for me. Which is bad. Very, very bad.
I tried to guess the code though; if my feeble memory is to be trusted, it's composed of two words, and it's something to do with...Pagodas? I...I dunno.
Now you're my only hope. To make your job easier, I have attached a photo of my wall.
I'm counting on you. Can you figure out the 4-letter passcode for me?