Thread:Darkenedearth/@comment-12376798-20130917034159

I can dream of more beautiful music boxes than anyone. People, out of respect, call me "Clockworker". My beloved fiancee and my precious sister are this with the two. (?) "I'm the happiest person in the world." I thanked the gods. For both, I created my best music box, with all my love. A happy future for the three of us, that was the wish hidden in the box. But now, the music box can not make a sound. The country decided the queen, who would have the most magical talent. And the candidates this time were my bride and my sister. The gears are now turned enemy unchecked. (?)  If magic does not exist ... the worst way blood machando (?) musical box. A music box with a worn golden spring, the melody that you can not hear is a love song. A woman, and a woman collapsing in tears. Although both were loved...they were loved, and still ... the music box does not make a sound. In the ruins where once there was a country, an old man who was out of his reason, was building something. When asked by travelers what he was making, the old man answers, a music box. I'm afraid I do not know what a machando is, and some of the lines are awkward. But I made an attempt. ^^' 