Ajolote Lunar / Little Music Box (remastered) (fantasy, Emotional And Sad Music) 〈ULTIMATE ★〉

The moon did not hang in the sky of Xochimilco; it lived beneath the water.

One evening, as the Axolotl reached for the music box, he found it clogged with silt and the gray dust of progress. He wound the key, but the mechanism groaned. The notes came out fractured. The fantasy was breaking. The moon did not hang in the sky

He sank back down, cradling the Little Music Box against his chest. The gears gave one last, soft click . The glow in his skin faded from violet to a dull, mortal grey. He tucked himself into the roots of an ancient willow, closing his eyes as the melody finally dissolved into the heartbeat of the mud. The notes came out fractured

He was the guardian of the , a relic dropped from a phantom trajinera centuries ago. It was a tiny, rusted thing of brass and velvet, but to the Axolotl, it was the only voice he had ever known. The Song of the Gears The gears gave one last, soft click