As the centuries rolled by and The Tower stood tall, an automaton slumbered in its depths, waiting for the day it would be awakened. When that day finally came, the automaton emerged from its dormancy, ready to carry out its sole purpose: to clean The Tower.  Yet as it went about its task, the automaton felt an ever-present melancholy, a yearning for something more than just the empty halls and lifeless rooms of The Tower. The emptiness only served to intensify its longing for companionship, a feeling that lingered within the depths of its mechanical heart.  As it delved deeper into the mystery of The Tower, the automaton began to uncover clues to its true purpose and origins.The pieces slowly fell into place, revealing a plan that had long preceded its own existence, one in which preceded even the builder's of The Tower itself.