An automaton at Jadestream Valley has gone on strike! Escaping by the moon's pale glare, through the cold nigh…
An automaton at Jadestream Valley has gone on strike! Escaping by the moon's pale glare, through the cold night, stripped and bare, with a heart of fire and burning care! Seeking freedom is fair and right, but this lost puppet knows not the light. Running east, dashing west, causing a fright, passersby scream with all their might, souls shaking, pale with white, turning this land into a chaotic site!