Greetings. Please state your directive and name.

... I was Born to preserve the dwindling habitats of the Lesser ones, under the name Drawnout Lyre Strings.

Mhm. How are your neurons?

... Operating perfectly swell! What is that sound I hear?

...? Can you Describe it?

It sounds like... a bunch of voices bundled into one space?

Oh that? That must be the city! I was not aware your hearing extended so far, we are hosting a celebration for this moment.

For... me?

[Nods]

Wow... [They seem full of Wonder]

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Haha, look at this organism I found!

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Wow! That looks like it might have evolved from one of my early experiments! I haven't seen this specimen in hundreds of cycles.

They're pretty cute! Do you have any documented behavior on them, Harp?

No, sadly I was only able to capture but a brief glimpse before they vanished into the thickets again.

What a beautiful experience to share in that case. It seems all the beauty in this world only lasts but a moment.

I know... Ah, Firefly, which specimen did they evolve from? Now you've made me curious!

... Ah, did he time out again? Here, let me try to ping his comms.

... Oh.

What? Don't tell me-

Jeez.

... Let's not jump to conclusions. We should try again in a few cycles.

Have you got anything on what happened to Firefly?

It would seem a particularly violent gust of wind had passed by his facility that cycle.

...

My pings haven't been returning, either.

Is he really gone? Well, obviously not gone gone but-

Please, I want him to come back. I will hope this is merely another temporary outage.

It's not looking good for him, what can we even do? We're stuck in our chambers, and our creators are gone.

A very cruel irony for us.

I will procure a method to contact him someway, somehow.

We will wish you luck in that, send our regards if you find a way.