Oriana knew that her father loved his former daughter, but she felt that she was no longer that girl. Perhaps returning this heart to her father would keep his daughter's memory alive forever, because she herself had begun to forget it. If she could build a Hextech-powered mechanical heart for herself, then her mechanical lungs would no longer need to be wound. Maybe this way, her time will flow normally.

Orianna fed her father sleeping pills and crafted a new mechanical heart from the Hextech Crystal they had recently purchased. The ever-regenerating energy contained in the crystal powers the intricate structure of the mechanical heart, far beyond any machine she and her father had ever made before. With the help of the copper ball, she removed the clockwork key from her back and installed a new heart in it. She knew that the Hextech-powered heart would never need to rely on anyone else's help. She then slice open Colin's chest, replacing her father's failing heart with the last thing that Orianna had left in the world, which belonged to the one her father knew and loved.

Oriana spent the night listening to her father's steady heartbeat, and at dawn she left, which was a relief for both father and daughter. Although she still loves her father, she wants to see the world even more. She had become a whole new person, a clockwork spirit, and now that she was completely mechanical, she had been freed.

Colin wakes up to find his workshop filled with hundreds of mechanical figures: some capable of walking tightropes, some singing folk tunes, and some even juggling balls. Such a luxurious stock of goods was enough for Colin to return to Piltover at once and make a comeback. But there's one doll he's vowed never to sell: a golden dancer with no clockwork jacks, but never stops spinning and dancing.

Orianna walked through the open square, the market empty in the quiet night. Monsieur Phystri's Fantasy Bazaar opens its doors to the citizens of Zaun only twice a year, and Orianna doesn't want to miss the spectacle. She waited until everyone left, and the laughter and musical accompaniment faded away. Only the steam pipes in the nearby alchemy block made a muffled sound from time to time, breaking the silence. The ground is covered with gravel, scattered with colorful streamers and brightly colored balloons, and crumpled pastry wrappers in between.

Oriana's mechanical ball floated beside her, following her past a stall covered in roses. The board says that the seven floral scents inside correspond to the taste of each of the seven days of the week. She passed by a toy monkey with a pair of copper cymbals in her hand. There is also a cart full of candied apples next to it. These leisure items from Zaun did not arouse Oriana's interest, and her eyes were completely captured by the glass cabinet in the corner at the end of the square.

A metallic sheen flashed across her eyes in the moonlight. The sheen comes from the mechanical boy inside the glass case. Orianna, who had never seen anything like him, approached him curiously. He was dressed in a dark blue suit, as deep as the night sky, and wore a silk hat on his head. The skin is a layer of fine ceramic, and inside is an intricate and elegant gearing mechanism. His eyes shimmered with a delicate silver light. As Orianna approached, his lips changed to the shape of a smile.

"Can you keep it a secret?" said the boy. His voice reminded Orianna of the melodious sound of bells.

"Hello," she said. "Absolutely. ”

"How about we swap them. My secret, swap your name. ”

"That's fair. My name is Oriana. ”

"O-i-a," he repeated. "How feminine. ”

Orianna genuinely felt like she saw his ceramic cheeks flushing slightly.

"It's my turn. My name is Philam. My secret is that I'm afraid of the outside world, but I really want to see the beaches and mountains in the distance. ”

"So you're going to hide in a glass cabinet all the time?" she asked. "Because you're afraid?"

"Here, the world will come to see me," Philam said. "Hiding in a glass house, I'm safe. My body is fragile, you see. He pointed to a crack in his hairline. "See, I'm aging. Philam's mouth turned into a helpless smile.

Orianna smiled and shrugged, a new move she had recently learned. But she's not sure she's going to be able to do it right.

"Oh, you haven't seen me trick me yet," said Philam as he reached into his sleeve and showed a bouquet of daisies.

"Da-da!" he exclaimed. "Next..."

Philam took off his hat and nodded slightly. Several mechanical pigeons flew out of their hats. He clapped his hands with his hands, and in an instant the entire glass cabinet was filled with a thick red smoke. After a few seconds, the smoke cleared and the pigeon was gone.

Orianna applauded happily. The copper ball next to him swirled excitedly.

"It's wonderful!" she exclaimed. "It's like magic. ”

"It's not my best performance. The sleeves are a little messed up. He said apologetically as he moved his hands. "But that's what I'm good at, little surprises. It's like you can find me in such a big city. It's just you, no one else. ”

"You winked at me. Orianna asked. "Why?"

"We are the souls of the two jades in one, you and me. You must have known about it for a long time," Philam said. "That's why you found me, didn't you?" his feet rubbed against the ground, and Orianna marveled at his delicate movements.

"Just because I've never seen anything like you," she said.

"I'm unique, aren't I? so are you," Philam said, gesturing at her mechanical body and smiling at her again.

Orianna responded with a smile. Philam was attached close to the glass window.

"Your smile is really-"

"Is it too fake?" she said. "Yes, I'm still trying to learn some expressions. ”

“...... It's beautiful," Philam said.

"Uh, now it's your turn to make me blush. ”

Oriana's copper ball floated to her left and nudged her shoulder.

"Wait a minute," she said to the copper ball. She picked up a mechanical monkey from a nearby stall and wound it up. It began to stride rapidly forward on the ground, its eyes glowing red, and every three steps, it slapped the cymbals in its hand, slower and slower, and finally stopped.