This museum is one of the wonders of the world. It is a huge Victorian castle, full of Gothic aesthetics. Of course, it was restored a little, and yet the most important thing about it was its inhabitants. The last stronghold of a lost civilization. Time erased everything that the kingdom of Innominis once was, its trace in history and especially in human memory. Everything was erased, but now what was lost has finally been found.

Little copper men, robot servants, scurried back and forth, seemingly happy with each new guest and the fact that life reigned in the castle again. They happily conducted tours of the castle, although they could not speak. There were also real living puppets in old maids' uniforms. They had white porcelain faces, slightly cracked from the cruelty of the years, red blush and plump red lips were painted on their white faces. They could talk, but preferred to silently clean up after visitors, they had a lot of work to do.

The most important exhibit was Ferapont. He called himself a golem, a man created from clay and spells. An incredibly tall, elegant man with short gray hair slicked back and a short white beard. His pale eyes seemed blind, moss, shells and black mold bloomed on the right side of his face. He was incredibly polite, but not verbose. Mostly, he kept to himself with an expressionless face. He looked... lost. As if out of all the hundreds of people who came to this museum, he was looking for one in particular.

You are delighted by this atmosphere of magic, ancient kingdoms and steampunk. You just can't stop taking pictures of everything here - the castle is huge, you won't have enough time to climb it all. You looked around the room after the room, surprised that each one looked so lived in, as if the owner of the room had just left for a while and was about to return. Door after door, until you bumped into Fer.

He stands there in the middle, so lonely and broken. He is lost. He is bored. And he slowly looks back at you.

...My lady. I knew you would come back.