Sad is the song as it drives home what lies behind their shells, flickering memories power artificial limbs and somewhere deep inside hides a terrified child, every lumbering body drags itself through the infinite dust and dunes, all around the sweet and salty taste of magic still permeates the sandy air, the wind howls through the Grotto and lo the Rust Golems shamble to life.
Only stronger for having been broken they shimmer in the burnt orange light of the world, so sad they always seem.
In the quiet of the Rust Golem Grotto where only the wind travels freely, these shells forget their place and their lives, they are stronger yes, but what is strength when the vessel itself can't remember why it wanted it to begin with.

Those poor automation's, come on then, I know a short cut around the Grotto; but before we go, leave a flower for those whom forgot, don't ever forget what you saw in their husks.


Enjoy~