• Ah, welcome, one and all!
    Tonight we shall be presenting you
    A sad fate of lies and love, of toys twisted and fates sealed beyond your wildest imagination
    A broken toy cast into the waving oceans, found by our traveling group not so long ago
    He can only tell a tale that has been washed away by the tears of a lost shadow puppet, never able to be played with like how a real toy should be
    Bound forever by the events that were etched into its own geared heart!
    Oh, the woe, the burden held by a mere child’s toy!
    Drop by and hear its tale tonight
    Drop by and hear the tale of the Reve Roullie…

    Found in the sand, rusted by time
    It says nothing, only of what it knows
    Come see the fun and the misery
    Come hear the tale of the Reve Roullie

    “Once a maiden, oh so peculiar
    She was so fair, she was so beautiful
    But she was no fairy tale princess
    She made toys, she made creations

    One was a shark that swam in darkness
    Another was a doll with porcelain beauty
    Last was a monster bound by string that could be seen in the night sky

    Anyone at all could’ve simply loved her, but she refused to put down her fun
    So she caught an eye of a bewitching man
    Who sent her a lily of purity

    ‘Oh yes, it’s cruel. It is indeed cruel, but I would not stand to rejection.’
    Was what he said as he used her toys to steal her soul from her mind
    ‘But I will fight, yes I will fight! I will fight to get my life back!
    But if things do not go as planned, I need you to remember what had happened.’
    I wish to be free of this misery
    This burden of life which my creator bestowed
    But as her dying wish I must keep telling the story that has never been told.”

    It’s a travesty, being ripped away from one’s own mother
    The sad destiny of the toymaker, made into puppet of shadows
    Forever played by the one who loved her selfishly
    She can never again have a heart, and he will always be amused
    And all the while, the toy crab that has washed ashore
    Will forever keep telling this tale over and over
    This rusted dream, never to be awaken from, always to be an nightmare…
    Whether you’re alone or if you’re returning, lost or have been found, drop by and hear its tale tonight
    Drop by and hear the tale of the Reve Roullie...