Your father was a great, patriotic, American chemist. He won the Nobel Prize 12 times, invented eternal life, and proved that inside each atom is another universe. You inherited the best of his genes. As a renowned mathematician, puzzlemaster, logician, and physicist, you generally make a groundbreaking discovery every day.
Then one day, a lab explosion occurred, and your father... um... "died". See, they never actually found the body, so the police and all his coworkers were very confused. The detective reported that his body must have been thrust into an alternate dimension, for lack of a better explanation.
Obviously, you have tons of doubts. The day after the funeral (where they buried lots of air), you decide to search your father's room, for clues to his "disappearance". Surely an attempt wouldn't hurt.
Alas, the room was indeed stranger than ever. His grand periodic table was covered in... lines?
"Such blasphemy!", announces your mother, whose presence you have yet to notice. "I DO NOT REMEMBER PUTTING UP THIS DUMB PAINTING?!!?", she screams. Such discontent was not very normal of her. She's the most sane philosopher in the entire world, enlightening everyone to the ideas of self improvement and living longer spiritually. That is, until your father invented eternal life. Your parents did disagree a bit on that matter.
Your mother dashes out of the room, waving her arms around like a lunatic. Just perfect.
You observe the new painting that disconcerted her so.
"What is this... an elephant? A rhino? What kind of abomination does my father believe this to be? Is this an abstraction of confusion?"
You begin to really sympathize for your mother. This is seriously weird.
"Your Greatness... Your father's will... this is for you..."
Ah, the butler. No, you did not force him to call you "Your Greatness", but the butler sees you as a grand king for your great accomplishments.
"No, Your Greatness, please don't look at me like that... the butler is not always the evil murderer..."
You raise your left eyebrow in slight confusion as you take the will. You open it up, and it reads... um... well then...
i am alive lol
language is vigenere key
so where am i now
...Did your father just mock you from beyond the grave with the most poorly written will ever, in the form of a flippin haiku? Jeez. You figure that "language" is a key, so you crazily go around using the vignere cipher on every object in the room, trying to find meaning. You forget to eat dinner and go to sleep.
Do yourself a favor, will you? Where has your father gone?
(P.S. Just to make sure everyone sees, although it's not 100% critical to the puzzle, zooming in on the elephant rhino might make things a tad bit easier in the somewhat near future.)
Slight hint 1:
Elephant Rhino:
The following changes to the puzzle will not affect the answer:
- Changing the red, orange, and yellow regions to any color of your choice, or removing them altogether.
- Removing the gaps will make the puzzle harder, but are not actually critical.
Periodic Table:
I don't know about this one. I guess just try things until it makes sense?
Slight hint 2:
Elephant Rhino: Count?
Periodic Table: A pencil, paper, and some other object could help.
Slight hint 3:
Both pictures: Really just count things until you get nice numbers that you really like. Maybe you might find a really special number that represents a number of a familiar something. Maybe you might find a really nice sequence that means something to so many, and yet so little. I think this is the last slight hint I can give before things get really spoilery.
Possibly spoilery hint 4:
Something isn't oriented correctly.
Possibly spoilery hint 5:
The ciphertext can be partitioned into 9 not necessarily distinct element symbols.
Probably spoilery hint 6:
12 = 4 + 8, but everyone else is normal.