[Final message from Bemol's maker]
Automaton,
When you wake up, I don't know how long it will have been.
For now, I kept you away, took care of you like a child when I placed you in your box, hidden in my atelier.
The pain following me grew so tall, I have to start marching on. Even so, I gift you my voice: the mean to your conscience. As a final wish, I hope you feel your emotions dancing through it.
Starting now until forever, I will live as your echoes. Good luck, you too have a long walk ahead.









