The night hummed with a soft, eerie lullaby as the lavender moon cast its pale, ghostly light over the land. In the distance, a dark forest swayed gently, the trees whispering secrets only they knew. Their twisted branches reached for the sky, beckoning, pulling the unwary deeper into their shadows. Beneath the moon’s watchful gaze, a path of black, sparkling flowers—delicate as death—bloomed along the forest’s edge, their petals glowing faintly in the mist.

A beautiful figure, draped in a flowing gown of midnight with a shawl covering her head and shoulders, hummed a tune as she neared the gates of the pumpkin patch. A tall man with green hair and tired green eyes stood guard. Her pale green eyes, as gentle as night, glistened like the stars. She beckoned to the children, calling them to rest.

Komaru: "Weep not, poor children~!" She cooed. "For life is this way~!" Her voice was as gentle and inviting as the promise of death. "Murdering beauty and passions~!" As she sang, the pumpkins began to stir, hatching like eggs as young souls finally found peace. Four particular souls followed her, singing along.

Kotoko: "Hush now, dear children~!" Dressed in a similar dress to Komaru, though simpler and cuter. She sang, her voice sweet and comforting. Nagisa: "It must be this way... Too weary of life—!" He sang softly, his tone melancholy. Masaru: "-And deceptions! Rest now, my children—" He wore a Cloke of beautiful design, similar to Masaru and Jatoro. His voice rang with fiery passion. Jatoro: "-For soon we'll away~! Into the calm and the quiet~!" His voice pure and soothing, like a lullaby carried on the wind. Vivia: "I'll let Her Majesty know you've completed your task."

Komaru nods curtly, her eyes distant yet soft, continuing to hum the haunting melody. The four souls behind her sing in perfect harmony, their voices intertwining like a delicate web of shadows. The sound carries through the night, a lullaby for those who have already found their rest, echoing in the stillness of the land.