Of course, Elijah was one of the people who had to be okay with it. She was the only family member with a proper job, and the inheritance of poverty had left them in huge debt.

But, is it so bad to lust for honey when there are flowers? After all, we are born to pursue happiness.

Those who answered “Yes” to the question “Do you love your city?” were deemed cured. Those who answered “No” weren’t allowed to discharge.

All of Safety’s employees are dead… I did see you try your best though, manager.

Funeral of the Dead Butterflies dreams. The curtain draws down on the ideal born in vain, but it is without an accompanying conclusion.

The only thing it shows is people. When facing oneself in the mirror, the subject changes. There are numerous suggestions, like the possibility of a linkage to a parallel universe or magical powers, but none of this can be confirmed.

Those who succeed in the hunt are granted with one of the very feathers that countless hunters once yearned for.

A heart without an owner; it still beats even after being removed from its body.

The light of the match will not go out until it has burned away happiness, warmth, light, and all the other good things of the world; there's no need to worry about it being quenched.

The life of a performer begins and ends with the audience’s clapping.

A small and confident bird that punishes the evil, guilty, and all sorts of irreverent people.

Looking into the mirror multiple times will gradually eat away one’s humanity until they become indistinguishable from a hollowed husk of a man, so caution is advised.

I thought I had strength in self-control and discipline compared to others. It did help me live a smoother life. Maybe that's the reason I was assigned to Porccubus' Containment Unit.

Everyone silently gazed at the light. Sudden darkness and a weird ray of light were enough reason to be frightened. It was scarier than anything gorey we’d seen here. It was a true fear of the unknown itself… (Omitted)

It's a good day! Are you still shy today?

...That's not a flower. Order all the employees nearby to evacuate immediately.

“What's really pitiful is people like you dying to the likes of me.”

You turn on your electric hair clipper...

Someone's persistent gaze can be felt from the keyhole inside the machine.

Desires, I know of desires that ruin all things. We no longer believe in something, nor do we entertain a hope for a miracle. We don't think too much about why they've changed.

I’ll hang his head over my bed. Only then can I get up in the morning without having a nightmare.

Now, only the void fills its eye sockets. The bandage is in tatters, like it could tear off at any second. The bird's face was once covered in gleaming feathers, but they fell out as it spent too much time without sunlight.

The longer the machine is in use, the better a person becomes. Furthermore, the longer it is used, the faster the question will change.

But, is it so bad to lust for honey when there are flowers? After all, we are born to pursue happiness.

Without the understanding and harmony between them, the macroscopic significance contained in the score cannot be expressed.

The conductor of The Silent Orchestra is awaiting the musicians.

It was a night veiled in gentle mist. A barefooted child was looking at me. I stopped, because I saw the sadness hanging on his face. He was crying, his dreamy eyes filled with sorrow. I gave him my help.

Unsurprisingly, not a single employee volunteered to retrieve the corpse of their cocooned colleague.

At some point, her joyous laughter was gone. She just cycled through laughing and crying, and eventually she was found in a bathtub soaked in red with her wrists cut.

The city still remained a beautiful place where the emerald roads sparkled bright as ever.

The employees cannot leave; once they join the company, the only way to leave is to resign.

“What's really pitiful is people like you dying to the likes of me.”

It was a night veiled in gentle mist. A barefooted child was looking at me. I stopped, because I saw the sadness hanging on his face. He was crying, his dreamy eyes filled with sorrow. I gave him my help.

Many of those who underwent an operation inside the machine have found themselves rested and healthy again.

...I came from afar. I'm so glad to meet you. Become a pebble, and let's walk the galaxy together...

My team’s been completely beat. I see stuff like this a lot… but I always feel helpless…

Over time, the seed hardened and turned into a piece of shiny gem. Enticed by its sheen, a starving fish swallowed it. But it only made the fish even hungrier.

Its memories began with a warm hug.

Alriune, abandoned in a dark forest; its eyes stolen by crows lusting for glitter. Its mind, life, and heart slowly withered away.

Magical Girl: Still fine. The world is peaceful, and it's... (The Abnormality fell silent and did not wish to continue speaking.)

Note: There have been rumors of employees pretending to put on the armor for fun. Please look into this immediately!

(CENSORED): It can't be helped. I'm the employee with the highest resistance against cognitive breakdown.

All that remains is the hollow pride of a weathered knight.

Big Bird, with its many eyes, decided to watch over the forest for intruders. For Big Bird's eyes could see very far, and see things we cannot see.

I am coming to you. You, who will be reduced to ash like me.

Singing Machine will not be set in motion if nobody is nearby.

<Movements 4: Stringendo> When all the performers have gathered, the music that no one can hear but everyone can listen to begins.

Those who face themselves in the mirror may appear the same, but in actuality, they have become completely different people.

The conductor not only corrects musical errors, but is also responsible for creating the best ensemble and taking command of the music.

However, to wear this bracelet even when one has not a scratch left on their body is an act of greed.