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An Oddity that appears in different biological forms depending on the observer, controlling an Anomalous Realm that it can construct and transform at will. Rumor has it that on the night of the 15th each month, if one harbors a wish and determination strong enough, there might be a chance to receive a response from Morphix. "Clever people are always happy to make equivalent exchanges."

Possessing the most magnificent ball gown and captivating, graceful dance moves, she is the soul and ruler of the dance floor; a true Prom Queen. When this attention-grabbing star invites you to dance, join her in completing this grand performance. After all… while life ends for even the finest dancers, the ball will never take its final bow. "Dance! Dance!! Dance!!!"

The sins hidden in the dark abyss will finally face judgment. To become my master, you need only write down… your name. What is your name? What is your name? What is your name? What is your name? What is your name? What is your name? What is your name? "What is your name?"

A silent boy who had closed off his heart wandered into a greenhouse tainted by harmful words. Vines took root in the boy's flesh and blood, drawing nourishment and forming cocoons of flowers. From this, all the words never spoken transformed into the shapes of all things. "Scolding and discord become silent stillness, a garden of words."

Follow the beat, press buttons when the time is right… And there you go. You're now a rhythm gamer. "Congratulations, you achieved 99 Perfects and 1 Great in this challenge."

Within this Anomalous Realm, a massive, constantly-suffering whale is bound by whaling ship chains. The whale searches for someone powerful enough to help destroy its bindings. "Its song is a cry for help."

A massive, lumbering butterfly drags a trail of movie ticket stubs, forever yearning for the sky, yet doomed to wander here day after day. "Run away… but is escape even possible?"

The mother bird, nesting deep in the shadows, calls out to lost children with its gentle, sweet female voice, asking if they would like to become her children. If the poor child agrees, they will remain in the it's nest forever. "Don't take my children away from me…"

A headless rider who appears only in the dead of night, roaming the city streets on a black motorcycle. Legend says it targets high-speed street racers, challenging them to races and harvesting their reckless psyches with a terrifying scythe after victory. "Bone-chilling blue flames will burn away all passion."