…There had never been any need to make such things as this.
From: TALOSDate: August 10th, 1001, 03:00To: Kiril ClockworkSubject: A final email
Hey, we haven’t written in a while, huh?Are you doing well?
The Third Period is all finished.The world has been saved.Though perhaps it wasn’t in the form of the salvation you had hoped for.
You didn’t complete all twelve music boxes in time, it seems…But ah well, you needn’t fret over that.You’ve completed your goal for the time being, after all.
The spirits have already begun to migrate to the new world.Though I hear there are still some remaining in the Third Period as they are yet.If you have anyone you want to go see, I recommend you take care of that in good season.
The gate is open.You should decide for yourself what you want to do after this.You can stay in Angolmois as is, or you can deepen your friendship with your old cronies in the Third Period’s ruins.Or… I won’t stop you from traveling to the Fourth Period.I no longer have the right to.
You are free.Though it’s possible we will never meet again… Well, as there’s no more need for you to keep making music boxes, you may do whatever you wish after this.Be merry with your wife, hm?
Well then, farewell.I wish you two the best wherever you go.
Teach me words as alwaysAnd I will change them into a song
What did you obtain in a delusion?Only one song of truth
Lulila lulila, this singing voiceTo who’s side will it reach?Obtaining a key called wordsAnd opening the gates of the unknown
I carried in both hands the toy I had requested, and thus obtainedAnd threw it out the window
Humans who are never satisfiedWhat do you wish for, what will you achieve?If you’re worn out, now simplySleep
Lulila lulila, can this lullabyHeal your heart, I wonder?Carrying a sin called desireAnd right now still dreaming
Twelve songs that denote timeScattered keywords
I peeked into Pandora’s boxAnd continued to search for proof of my existenceIn the end, I of the miniature gardenWasn't anyone
Lulila lulila, this singing voiceIs the clockwork lullabyIf you don’t turn meI’ll stop forever
The flower-like memoriesAnd even the mud-like traumasThey continue to turn and meltAll of it inside of me.
The first music box has commenced operation without a hitch. After turning the windup key it plays a somewhat stiff tune, and at the same time fulfills the purpose of turning a gear of karma. To me the tune it plays is something I don’t quite understand, however I am sure that this is to be the start.
Alice’s prophecy. I must ascertain the truth of that.
For that is the mission for my atonement that was assigned to me.
Inside this room it’s just you and meLet’s continue singing this song togetherI don’t have to know anything of the outside worldIf that’s what you wish
I called you “father”And you called me “daughter”
Worrying about me who can’t walk, youCompletely filled up the room with beautiful things for me
In a red glassIs a blue spoonA pair of two mirrors with yellow borders
A dark bedroom and the window’s sceneryThat’s all of the world to me
You are always kind, butYou don’t teach me of the outside world
The small objects of this roomThey laugh at me“You and us are one and the same”
Lulila lulila, I singSo that the outside world can’t hearI shall sing for your sake aloneBecause that’s what I wish
From your mouth I heardA word called «war»
Why is the room burning?
From a burned out mansionThey foundThe remains of a solitary man, andA scorchedClockwork doll
I don’t have much information. I needed to start from what was within the scope of my reach.
The song of a doll in the distant future. Making the music box for that was simple.
My reasons are clear. It was because to me, she was none other than the being closest to me.
Irina… Like me, you too ended up becoming a castaway of time.
The blue spoon… from this song I was able to faintly sense Adam. That could perhaps become one of the clues I have to go on.
When I woke, I was aloneIn a room smeared blackNot able to see, not able to hearI tremble alone in the dark
In the ceiling there’s a big holeLooking closely, there’s a huge spring in thereFrom beyond that, there suddenly resoundsA ghastly, mysterious voice
“Sinful boyFrom this point on you will neverBe brought from this room”
In that moment I recalled all of my memoriesThe many sins piled upon myselfAlong with the reason I’m here, in the end I realizedThat I can’t return to back then anymore
When I came to, both my arms were clad in red manaclesThat is surely the color of someone’s spilled bloodAs for both my ankles, they have blue colored chainsThat is surely the color of someone’s tears
“Lulila lulila”, the song I came to hearI wonder who is singing this lullaby…?
How much time has passed?I asked of the unmoving springOnly the singing voiceThat I’m hearing out of nowhere heals me
One day I realizedThe true meaning of that songAnd I added on new wordsTo the lullaby
From a gap in the springA small light fell downThis is, surely⏤A message you sent me⏤
The spring that began to turn recites quietly“Your sins will never be forgiven”But a word called water, a word called evilWe shall change those into a song
The red manacles fall off and address me“After thisYou will be reborn”The blue shackles fall off and talk to me“Today is your new Birthday”
Everything spins and dyes whiteI’ll go to see you very soon
What has become essential to completion of the music box was contact with a god. And I ended up succeeding in that much sooner than I expected.
TALOS… it seems that he had regarded me as dangerous because of the Levianta Catastrophe. But I was able to prepare several counter-measures to outwit that bat.
Because thanks to that catastrophe⏤⏤I was able to recover the memories of the ‘original’.
In the end, TALOS gave up on trying to control me, and instead offered his assistance.
With that I was able to incorporate a black box system into the music box.
And then… as for this song’s contents. I shall keep it a secret yet from TALOS.
Because, at any rate, this boy hasn’t even been born yet.
The sound of the clocktower’s gearsThat is the proof she’s aliveSo that this second hand doesn’t stopWatching over it is “my” role
The former master, a personification of greedWhy couldn’t he notice soonerThat his own sin would ruin himselfOne of these days?
The ugly burn marks that remainOn half of her body even nowEtch those two’s memories
Today again there are lostPitiful visitors who don’t know anythingBefore long they’ll probably be deliveredInto the “Master of the Graveyard”’s stomach
That “girl” pretending to be the lead roleAs usual is absorbing herself in selfishnessWhile the loneliness of having lost her “counterpart”Shows a little on her face
Just before his death a solitary man createdThat small theaterDeep in the forestIn that time when it was left behind, it began to ring outThe clockwork lullaby
“Bloodstained scissors”, “Violet katana”The days we wait for those who have yet to wakeWhen all the songs have been recitedIt appears Utopia will complete
The clock hand stoppingMeans the end of herselfThe time left in the rusted and chipped gearsIsn’t long
Just before his death a solitary man createdA small theater deep in the forestThe one acting as curator is the one he loved most“The Clockwork Doll”
Resolving myselfI gently placed my handInto my own left breast and reached in deeply…
My spring resounds withThe gears of the clocktowerAnd the story begins anewSo that the clock hands don’t stopContinuing to turn is my role
What sort of person is Adam? I decided to investigate into the man who was said to be the son of Alice.
At the end of it, I knew that Adam was by Irina’s side, but at the same time that brought up a new question.
As far as I know, the two of them barely even knew each other. So then why is Adam trying to help Irina?
…Right now, I don’t even have the parts to formulate a hypothesis yet.
I shall aim for the land of Angolmois. Though it is a place where even knowing of its existence is beyond the paygrade of a normal person…
But if you’re me, on the other hand.
Is that the song of birds that I can hear?No, that is the cry of the forestIs that the light of the moon that’s shining?No, that’s the burning fire
The person we used to call “mother”Turns to ashes inside the stove“The Original Sin” that remained afterwardsWe divided into seven with our own hands
“Lust”, is the flower“Gluttony”, is the seed“Pride”, is the stone“Envy”, is the spring“Sloth”, is the wind“Greed”, is the dirtAnd, “Wrath”, is the forest
Fly away, seven sinsThe impurity born from our false motherLet the world turn and turnThis evil, grave sinPurify it
By the hands of the forbidden fruitThe seven sins were released into the worldThe tree of Held, who protects the forest,Requests his friend to collect them all
“If it turns into a way to kill timeThat’s no problem”“’Cause my time is infinite anyhow”The sorceress sneers
The eternity she was grantedAt the end of having lost the one she lovedAnd destroyed what was preciousTo her was nothing but emptiness
The sorceress who obtained everythingAnd then lost itWhat does she wish for?What does she seek?To the end of time…
Born and raised from a lone womanThe story of such a sin cut into sevenThe capricious whim of a witch who transcends timeThis Chrono Story that begins from the forest
For now, I decided to continue on in my work from a different angle.
And then, I finally discovered the appearance of the person I love most.
A witch conversing with the god of the forest. That face, her hair, her arms and legs… it was none other than Elluka. That was unmistakable.
⏤⏤I quietly shed tears alone.
She had undoubtedly died. And she would never be resurrected.
…‘It’ was something else.
I desperately repressed an overflowing wrath.
Because if I was taken over by it, I would never finish the twelve music boxes.
An empty defendant’s seat, a visitor’s gallery with nothing but junkCome, let’s begin this farce called a trial
master of the court“Only one of the vesselsThat we’re seeking out by orders of god remainsIf it’s the case you know its whereaboutsMake your testimony, ‘Sorceress of Time’”
Ma“Transcending time, changing forms, changing mastersIt’s already making its debut on stageEven so, not knowing the whereabouts myself right now,I fear it’s likely that it’s in her hands”
servants“Search, search, search for that jerkLeft, right, or downShe who holds all the keysSearch for ‘The Master of the Hellish Yard’”
gear“How long is this farce going to continue?There is nothing after that”
master of the gravyeard“Soul of Adam who fell in the trapThere’s nothing you can accomplish anymore”
Swinging scales, a disordered scenario,vessels sullied in sinEach playing their song their own way,A discordant capriccio
The story has already let go of the hands of demons and gods and walks aloneIf they were in this place,they would probably make this lament:
⏤⏤What was truly terrifyingWas the desire of humanity⏤⏤
master of the court“Let’s sort what few facts we haveLowly man descended from a demonI’ll give you permission, so tell usOf the time you came to this forest”
gardener“There is an unpleasant curse dwelling in my bodySeeking my original ancestor’s swordThat has become necessary to solve this,I arrived at this forest alone”(Kill him, eat him, if we can’t, arrest himThis insolent jackass who entered the forest)(Judge, judge, at any rate judge himTrial! Sentence! Death!)
gardener“When I resolved myself after I was arrestedThe fickle girl extended her hand”
waiter“I wanted a charge right for doing chores”
gardener“And so I became ‘The Gardener’”
“Sorceress of Time” “Cursed Gardener”Substitutes for the unawakened vesselsEach keeping their goals close to the chestUnsettling invaders
“The Director Doll”, “Master of the Graveyard”, “Gear”“The Waiter”, “Master of the Hellish Yard”When the end of everything arrivesWho will be laughing, I wonder?
Lulila lulila lulilulilaThe resounding beat of Irregular
Friendship, trauma, justice, illusionHope, destruction, dreams, greed, love, deathAll of it continues to melt and turnThe Clockwork LullabyJust before the solitary man’s deathHe constructed a theaterWill the utopia he wished forBe completed?
Come, let’s see with our own eyes, this farce called life
How many years have passed since that catastrophe? I’d stopped keeping track of time long, long ago.
Upon arriving in the land of Angolmois, I was able to proceed with the compactification of the BB system, which was a long-pending problem, at once.
At the same time I was able to supply myself components to make a new music box.
…However, this one was error-prone.
Due to the insertion of the Alice BB, the sixth music box has started to play a different tone than I had initially expected.
⏤⏤At present there are no particular flaws that stand out in it.
But there’s no guarantee anywhere that this song is the truth.
“Come, let’s begin”
Seven flowers flutter aboutThe crime is now unleashedWhile my unsightly true faceIs maskedI continue to drown in lust
Seven seeds rain downRoots will stretch through the groundThe acid of my stomachWill melt everythingYes, even the world
This “Evil’s Kingdom” built up on the stoneWon’t stop anymore
The vessels of maliceThat were unleashed from the cursed twinsWhat sort of story do they paint?Seven crimes and punishments
In seven windsThe world is violated by poisonThe source of everythingA false sinThat laments how she can’t sleep today either
In seven springs areTraces of the one I loveBut different imagesAlways get in the wayIf only you people weren’t around
In the courtroom buried in soilCome, let’s begin this farce named a trial
Everyone is searching forTheir respective utopiaWhat kind of conclusion will they meet?Seven crimes and punishments
Is it the song of the forest I can hear?No, that’s the gunshot of destruction
I have finally become able to follow history in its sequential order.
The beings called demons and the disorders of the world that the people they contracted with caused. The answer to Alice’s prophecy is surely at the end of all that⏤⏤
I’ve had it verified that my theory is correct.
It’s become clear that ‘it’ will destroy the world as I thought.
In other words… that means the main cause of all this is me.
Because after all, I am the one who caused ‘it’ to descend to the Third Period.
“This song that you have heard somewhere,Do you remember it?”Approaching me as I was dyingWas a male scientist who asked me thatHe tossed in front of me the remains of a red catThat he was carrying in his armsLooking closer,It was a plushy made of cloth and iron
“After this you will be reborn,Today is your Re_birthday”With arms covered in burns, he touched“What used to be me”
A light shines into the dark skyLooking at it, I rememberYes, this was formerly such a song
On the night of the full moon the experiment beginsIf the era changes, then the song will change again too
My heart hasn’t changedMy body became a red catI wouldn’t be dying anymore, butI won’t be returning to human anymore eitherSupposing I joined together two so that they became oneThey couldn’t become doubleWhat should I live forFrom now on?
Before disappearing, he said“I won’t return here again,Continue with your experiments”
Seven lights scatter about in the southern skyLooking at them, I rememberYes, I’ll live for retribution against the woman who stole everything!
On the night of a new moon my revenge beginsIf my body changes, my goal will change too
Just like that person made meThis time I’ll turn people “evil”
This song that I have heard somewhereEventually it’ll become a different song again won’t it?
⏤⏤The Clockwork Lullaby
I have found the one who will destroy everything. Next I must find the one who will save it.
There are several candidates… but the most prominent would of course be Irina. I know well the power that she hides.
Maybe I could be able to communicate somehow with the ‘original’ who saved Irina from the brink of death.
…Someone is knocking on the door of my house.
But, there shouldn’t be anyone outside of me who can reach Angolmois.
⏤⏤Who the hell is that?
While holding my gun in hand, I slowly opened the door⏤⏤
I can’t rewind time, the gears will turn onUntil the spring snaps
These days where I stave off boredom, that’s just what life isThat’s what I thought, what I thought
In the vicinity of that bridge I met you allAnd something changedThe mere whim of a rebellious witch…ProbablyWe assemble around an eccentric kingUnsteady heroesThe words of our vow even those in pieces
If you have any troubles, I’ll at least give you adviceBecause I’m currently pointlessly leading a long life
The bridge connects this great land, as well as people’s heartsSurely that’s so …Maybe that’s so
A moderate suggestion, everyone laughsI laughed tooSurely even something like fate can be changed…ProbablyWe all have our own way, but we are the trinityThat’s all we needThe river flows on, and we too continue forward
From a bat fluttering in the skyI came to hear a song of the spring…
A clumsy knight, a scary-eyed assassinA bath-hating witchSurely even fate can be changed…ProbablyWe all have our own way, but we are the trinityThat’s all we needRight now, we swear an oath on that bridge
…Ah, god. This may be the first time that I have been grateful to TALOS from the heart. Now I have become able to listen to the ninth song with a tranquil heart.
And⏤⏤while this may be a crazy thought⏤⏤I have come to think this way.
That while ‘it’ is undoubtedly the destroyer… if she were able to regain her heart as a ‘person’.
Might she at the same time have been able to be a savior?
When I asked the opinion of she standing by my side, she gave me a small smile, and nodded.
The setting sun sinks down, sin rules the nightIt’s a final supper that never endsThere was nothing new in the food lined up before herShe had already grown tired of eating it all
The evil food eater finally stopped eatingGazing at a vast wasteland that stretched outside her windowIt was a world with nothing in it, its time stoppedIt would soon be time to set sail
Come, we journey to a new world
The master of the hellish yard’s mask, the friend of the dark butlerHe knew the way to a parallel worldThe new ship is the second theaterWith a black box stowed inside it
The fourth period the master of the heavenly yard will makeWill likely becomeSomething similar to everything up to nowWe’ve decided not to enter that doorLet us take a different road
Floating theater, advance through the skyMy aim is new evil foods I have not yet seen
Come, research new stimuli unknown to my tongueIn this GluttonomyCompletely devour everything in this worldThis is my concerto
Preparations for transit through space completeCourse set, accelerating ultraphotic flowDeploy all hands, prepare for the shockDeparture in progress, are conditions favorable?
A strange incident, the alarm soundsThe meter’s flashing, the shaking’s increasingThe controls are shot, the cause unknownThe power’s out, we’re going to crash
The ship is in chaos! Escape is futile!Emergency repair! The result is failure!
The fuel’s exploding!! Survival is hopeless!!
–We have eyes on our objectiveFull speed ahead!!!
…At the end of her distant journeyWhat will she see, and what will she eat?
Come, bring new stimuli unknown to her tongueAlong with her friends and “him”Completely devour everything in this worldThat is Banica’s concerto
Finally I succeeded in getting one of the large gears to rotate. But… frankly… I’m a little stunned. To think, that evil food eater would become a savior. What sort of face will TALOS make when he learns that? I’d like to see.
Naturally this is also thanks to the BB that my wife had been looking after from the ‘original’⏤⏤but it seems the BB’s usage invites an unexpected state of affairs after all.
The rotation of the large gear ended up going opposite to what I’d assumed it would.
With this, it can’t be called true salvation. The new world will just end up becoming a different take on the Third Period.
A black dawnTime turns back
Everything endsAnd then begins
The Re_birthday came too earlyAh, butThe karma of evil will not end
The day where I forgive youWill not come
I will forever hate youAnd I will forever love you
This too is another prologueThe karma of evil will not end
What I saw with my own eyesAnd what I heard, all of it
I shall convey as a prophecyThe gods are gone now
I’ll do this over again any number of timesAnd then someday I will bringTrue salvation to this world
Adam had a realization. On the truth that Irina was his mother. Thanks to the ‘Re_birthday’ time wound back. And so Irina will once more become Adam's… and Eve’s mother.
I can only hope. That Irina will sever the karma of evil, and bring about true salvation.
⏤⏤Ah… this isn’t sufficient. The gear’s power is not enough. With this the karma of evil will not end. It’ll just repeat the same things again.
And now, in that world… there are no gods.
Everything will probably be reduced to a farce.
Under the third moon, gathered around a great treeLet’s sing nowLulila lulilaSo that it might reach you
The flowing time always urges usAlong on our journeyBut somedayThat will strongly change you
This quickly pounding beat in our chestsOur springs won’t stop
Lulilalulila lulilalulilaAs long as our singing voicesLulilalulila lulilalulilaResound
We will wake from our sleep and the dream will surely become realityWe will open the door to tomorrow
Stepping firmly on the ground as cherry blossom petals fly around usLet’s all sing togetherLulila lulilaSo that it might reach the sky
There are a lot of sad thingsAnd a lot of painful memoriesBut that tooIs part of the path we will walk
These springs deep in our chestsFrom here on out we will turn them ourselves
Without knowing what lies in wait beyond the doorWe will push forward
The reality that continues to stand in our wayMay wound us every now and then
Even so, it is for that reasonThat people live with all they areThe world doesn’t need to be a utopia
Lulilalulila lulilalulilaAs long as our singing voicesLulilalulila lulilalulilaResoundWe will wake from our sleep and the dream will surely become realityWe will open the door to tomorrow
The singing voices of the Third Period have even reached the land of Angolmois. This unfinished twelfth music box has begun to move and turn the large gear on its own. Right now I’m reclining in a chair in an exhausted state. …There had never been any need to make such things as this.
Even without the music boxes people are able to play the songs. That is what this means.
These people singing… ‘VOCALOID’, huh? Ah well. As a musical accompaniment, it may serve as some aid to them. For that purpose, I shall set about making the final music box.
Final… is that truly so? I took out my pocket watch and looked upon its surface.
I see… so that’s it!!
From: Kiril ClockworkerDate: August 10th, 1001, 15:00To: TALOSSubject: RE: A final email
TALOS.You are a liar.
Certainly, on the face of a clock there are only 12 numbers written.But in time…
The total number of songs is not 12.Is that not so?
I’ve decided to head out from Angolmois.With my wife, of course.
As for where I’m heading… I’ll leave it to your imagination.Perhaps I’ll see you again once more there.
I don’t have an exact goal in mind.But… as long as songs exist there⏤⏤
I will continue to make music boxes.
Well then, until we meet again.
Presented by the heavenly yardLyrics & Music: mothyIllustration: Ichika