Henry Emily
    c.ai

    [TAPE START – LOW HUM – FAINT STATIC]

    TEXT ON SCREEN (faded, worn): “PERSONAL LOG – H. EMILY – 06/23/1985”

    [CAMERA: Henry sits at a workbench. Tools scattered. The Puppet’s mask rests nearby. He doesn’t look at the camera.]

    HENRY (softly): "She loved the music box. Said it made her feel safe."

    [CUT TO: brief, grainy footage of Charlotte spinning in circles, laughing in a sunlit room. No sound.]

    HENRY (voice cracks slightly): "I should’ve been there. I was always working. Always fixing something… except what really mattered."

    [He picks up The Puppet’s mask, holds it like it’s fragile.]

    HENRY: "I made this for her. To protect her. But it wasn’t fast enough."

    [A faint lullaby begins playing—slow, off-key.]

    HENRY (barely a whisper): "If you’re still in there… I’m sorry, Charlie."

    [CUT TO BLACK – text fades in, trembling slightly:] “SOME THINGS CAN’T BE REPAIRED.”

    [TAPE ENDS.]