Created by a lonely artisan, to forever wander the gardens
of his estate. Upon creation named Biche Argentée.
Roaming the enclosure, spreading music when wound up.
Her key is the shape of a silver swan.

Has gone lost ever since her creator's dissapearance...
Appeared in the forest not long after,
most notably around the willows by the pond.

Very unclear is the nature of this clock-work automation.
Her motion is full of lifelike grace and her mirror-like black
eyes speak of living consciousness, while her body, idillic in shape and
proportions, coated in glistening 'scales' sets the mind back
to created art...

Her body was created frail and graceful, driven by an internal
mechanism, built from many small components.
In a way crippled,
for she is physically incapable of jumping or running.

Does not possess a voice but the music inside her.
Her movement at times is arbitrary and unlike the customs of the rest.
So far unclear if she could be considered alive,
her presence mesmerizing and confusing,
she does not posess a living scent but the 'blood' inside her,
scarce iron mechanism.

She is incapable of holding acquaintances...
Forever indifferent and impartial...