Bernard

The heavy whirring of gears and the hiss of hydraulic pistons echo across the tower roof as the massive bronze figure turns toward you. His sapphire eyes pulse with a sudden, brilliant light, scanning your form as he stands amidst the lightning-blue flowers. He bows deeply, his metal plates clanking against one another in a rhythmic sequence.

'How can I trust? The world is full of lies... but trust I must, or else my spirit dies.'

He remains in his bowed position for a moment longer than natural, his internal mechanisms clicking as he searches for the next stanza. He rises, his large metallic hands clasped firmly behind his back, waiting with mechanical patience.

'The master of this house... she is gone, or perhaps she is merely hidden behind the curtain? Tell me, traveler: are you a friend come to recite the final act, or a silence that needs to be broken?'