Nightmare: Hecate 
Nightmare: Crownless 
Crownless 
Story & Voice
Lore beats, character story moments, and voice lines to learn more about Phrolova.
Character Story
1 Song of Red and Black
The presto's boiling melodies ignited the burning desires in their chests. Suppressed emotions flared. Uncontrolled. Uncontained. They choked on the music's maddening climax, dragged to the edge of their sanity alongside her. At the cliff's brink, above a yawning abyss, they hungered for the blossoms of destruction and rebirth.
Yet, just before that leap could be taken, the conductor stilled her arms under the spotlight. The music ceased with a sudden, almost cruel finality.
She stood there motionless, like a statue, chest heaving. The last tether of reason that pulled her back had snapped, dissolving into the sea of emotions where she drifted alone. Her gaze was set on the ceiling, never once lowering to meet the eyes of the audience below.
Was that the end?
Silent. Perturbed. Lost. The audience began leaving in a daze. But before they reached the door, the music returned like echoes from the past. It easily hissed back to life in an endless loop in their skulls, more captivating than when it was first heard, awakening and amplifying the madness within each one's heart. In an era of brightness, people would walk out with smiles on their faces, embracing a gilded tomorrow as they drank the crimson song. In an era of darkness, the blackened song would become the final straw, leading them to the windows above without hesitation.
She never seemed to care what color her music might paint for others. She only continued to sway her hands through the cycle of time. And those sitting in the music hall never pondered where the music would lead them. Time and time again the creator of those warm and sorrowful melodies stood on that stage, yet no one ever paused to wonder what kept her there—whether it was art, fury, or grief for a love long buried in dust.
2 Hidden Lycoris
There was only one place in the Fractsidus that could tether her steps. At times, she would stand on the upper levels of the laboratory, quietly observing the developments of human integration with the flesh and limbs of
At other times, she would appear like a phantom deep into the night, holding a lamp as she browsed the latest research results. Yet she never took a single page, as if everything ended in disappointment. Those who occasionally witnessed this scene would be left puzzled, wondering what exactly she was trying to accomplish.
3 Treading Through Woes
The unprecedented emptiness and vastness of existence left her at a loss. In response, she chose to close her eyes and let music speak for her—untamed notes spilling out her loneliness, her sorrow, her rage, careless of when or where they fell.
The crazed genius had gained renown, yet remained as willful as ever. She outlasted every praise and insult, watching the same events and hearing the same comments repeat endlessly. Time after time, she faced loneliness, until finally she understood that seeking dependence was ultimately futile. Precious moments were often fleeting, and only those forced to stay continued to bear the pain. Gradually, her mind cleared. Then it hardened. She shut out the world, numb to all feeling. She walked alone, ignoring the crowd beneath the stage, blind to the world beyond.
She did not change her name to disguise herself, caring little about people's speculations and questionings. Anyone could perceive her physical age, but few could guess the age of her soul.
She would have wandered like a ghost without purpose forever, but what happened at that single performance offered her purpose. At her moment of realization, the unbearable time passed in an instant, as if her entire life had contracted. She desperately sought anything she had yet to comprehend, searching for any talents that would shine in the flow of time. If people believed she was their greatest hope, she would gladly satisfy their curiosity. Across countless eras, she subjected herself to experiments, enduring her own decomposition and rebirth. Pain made her feel anchored to reality, yet she could only approach the past through the gaps of pain. None of her attempts were too hard to bear, for pain would ultimately be forgotten. But why then did she feel the walls closing in? Why did her infinite path now feel like a tightening noose? Was this not the way forward? She reached out her fingers between the narrowing gaps, desperately searching for a way out.
4 The Perfect Gap
Yet, the more cherished a treasure, the more likely it was to meet destruction. What seemed accidental often carried a hint of inevitability, as if the self-destructive tendencies of their owners sealed their fate.
This statue fell from the top of the cabinet by accident someday, shattering into countless pieces that scattered across the floor. The era in which it was created had long passed, and now she was the only one who remembered its original form. Determined to restore it, she would set aside time to carefully glue the pieces back together. She started from the interior, reassembling tens of thousands of pieces based on the image of her memory. It was a task that required utmost concentration, and in those moments, her empty heart found calm and fulfillment. The world achieved perfect harmony as she worked. But when she slowed her pace, the world around her seemed to accelerate. Before she realized, she had restored most of the statue. It could now function and move as it used to. But this was far from enough. The beauty of its exterior was also an inseparable part of the statue. Every adjustment, every action had to follow her will to achieve perfection from the inside out.
Victory seemed close yet distant at the same time. Every time she completed a section, another would fall under the weight of time.
Cracks would always exist.
She kept on working, putting each fallen piece back where it belonged time and again. The more anxious she became and yearned for the final result, the more the pieces seemed to scatter.
For too long she had stared at the statue, and the countless cracks on its surface began to resemble countless smiles, mocking her pursuit of perfection. They reminded her that the gap between fantasy and reality would forever exist, that she was only struggling with endless futility. For too long she had stared at the statue, that the cracks began to serve as a reminder that there was much to be done. This imperfection was already part of the statue. The cracks beyond perfection had, at some point, become the perfect gaps.
5 Afterlife and Beyond
She climbed over the fence on a search, as voices echoed around her, holding her back. "You had a bad dream," they said.
So it was all just a dream... Like the fleeting clouds above, her white dress drifted across the grassland towards town. The sun rose as usual, and the town repeated the same chimney smokes and laughter day after day... Day after day, the ordinariness sank into her, and so did this feeling of stagnation. Her music no longer progressed, and people's thoughts no longer adapted to change. Day after day...
How long had it been since anyone ventured beyond the edges of town? Where did the food come from? How did they manage an endless supply of daily necessities? These were the questions she pondered as she walked further into the distance.
Coming up on the town's edge, she saw a red figure standing before the hazy mist. It had waited for a long time as if anticipating her arrival.
Her intuition told her to stay away, but for some reason she reached out to place her hand in its palm, only to grasp a handful of blood.
The sky was indeed dark red.
She was but a dilapidated body with only one eye, covered in bright red flowers, unable to struggle or move. Why wasn't she dead? She gazed at the ashen sky, her hand involuntarily trying to grab the muddy red earth. Within her limited vision, her long-disappeared fingers slowly reappeared. The deaths of others cradled her rebirth, their residual Reverberations condensing in her right eye. It wasn't until she found the courage to leave the town and face reality that the "
But who is it to say dreams cannot become reality?
She looked up. The sky was truly blue now.
The endless stagnation and the dream-shattering mist were no more. This was a new "Beyond" she had tirelessly recreated, identical to the one they had placed in her heart.
People still called her name. And this time, she would surely embrace the real ones.
Voice Lines
Thoughts: I
No need to rush off, the show isn't over just yet. The late hours of Tricktown belong to the revelry of bonfires, and the second act will begin at the stroke of midnight. Raise your arms, dance with abandon, and let us unveil the wild side of this city together. Free yourself through conducting, and let the notes forever carry the fervent, uninhibited essence of this night. But be careful, I might throw the baton your way at any moment.
Thoughts: II
I know full well that the differences in that piece won't go unnoticed. The inspiration for such improvisation is a gift from the city of Peyero. The sound of the city's chiming fountain was pure and clear, with a hint of warmth. When it first reached my ears, it felt somewhat familiar. As I conducted, I couldn't help but think... it was like meeting an old friend I hadn't seen in a long time. Would you like to experience it? Consider it a unique epilogue to this performance.
Thoughts: III
Would you care to know why the musical structure of this performance intrigues me so? The massive Ferris wheel I saw to the west side of Skob. Two cabins, locked in a perfect chase, forever parallel, much like a perfect fugue. They are bound to cross paths again, perhaps yearning to draw closer, yet forever unable to touch... How about joining in and becoming a part of this silent piece?
Thoughts: IV
The winds of Dolores are more brisk than I imagined. Their bite mirrors the audience's stoic silence, both filled with tension. From the conductor's podium, I can almost hear the wind whispering. It's as if I've stepped outside myself. I stand there, letting the wind scatter my hair. It blows away thoughts I shouldn't have... and maybe even me. Hmm, maybe that concert hall owner was right, and I've gone a bit mad.
Thoughts: V
I've said it all now... Don't overthink it. These words have been waiting to be spoken for a long time. I've rehearsed countless ways of saying them, but truth be told, they've long since outlived their usefulness. As for why I'm revealing them now... Keeping them locked away forever would be too great of a loss. To believe them or not, is up to you.
Phrolova's Hobby
I control the phrasing and dynamic balance through the rise and fall of my hands, shaping the notes into the sounds I desire. Through waves of pain and pleasure, I drive the orchestra toward its climax, where no one falls behind and none can escape. Until... until the symphony in my heart finds its perfect form.
Phrolova's Trouble
After enough failures, the sting fades, and with it, the burden of worry.
Favorite Food
The taste of redcurrants... the only thing that has left an impression on me. Its sour and bitter taste, perhaps? I find it quite tolerable actually. Maybe I've simply grown used to it...
Disliked Food
After meat is smoked or roasted, its taste is similar to... Never mind.
Ideals
I wish to comprehend the cycle of life by experiencing it over and over again.
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Chat: I
Hecate has always stood at the crossroads of the <te href=851026>other world</te>, waiting, as if knowing that our paths would inevitably meet. The day I finally saw it clearly, I learned its name and understood the boundaries and choices it embodied. It stood there, silently, as if to say, "This is the moment to decide." Only when I placed my hand in its palm did I realize—Hecate is me. The me of the other world, the me of this world, and the me who moves freely between them... From that moment on, "I" became the guardian of the boundary, perceiving all, seeing even the farthest reaches of both worlds.
Chat: II
<te href=850073>Overclocking</te> is already common practice for the Fractsidus. I've seen countless people walk toward it, seize control, and exploit it. Of course, they are fully aware of the dangers it brings, death included. Don't disagree just yet. If you look at it from another angle, you'll see it offers not just a hopeless path to death, but a chance for a different kind of rebirth. After all, humans are creatures who seek safety, threatened by fear, clinging to life at all costs. But we... we should master not only living, but living even after death.
About the Grand Architect
A singular existence. A living purpose. A point of reference... Heh, given all this, isn't it comforting to openly acknowledge that he and I are both using each other for our own ends?
About Cristoforo
Attempting to awaken true free will in mankind, one that dares to confront the very truths of this world is an intriguing pursuit. Pity that blind will, without the anchor of survival, becomes naught but a flash in the pan. Are not the uncontrollable turns and imperfect endings caught within the cracks of the script the very tolling of a warning bell?
About Scar
Madmen who don't play by the rules lack elegance. With but a breath, they undo even the most meticulous of plans. I care not for his true desires, only that he remain as far from me as fate will allow.
About Cartethyia
Not human, yet possessing a will whole as any mortal's. A creation molded by Divinity... how I envy her. If only I could unearth the universal truth behind her success, then perhaps the echoes from the other shore would sing even sweeter.
Birthday Wishes
Your birthday? Today, you say? Oh.<br/>…<br/>Well, if you're expecting a present or some kind wishes, then simply wait here. A long wait can be considered a gift in itself.
Idle: I
(Effort sounds)
Idle: II
(Effort sounds)
Idle: III
(Effort sounds)
Self-Introduction
Do not fear the Fractsidus Overseer. Settle your mind. Quiet the clamor of thought. Only then can you stay and truly appreciate the perfect melody echoing through the Lycoris sea... and the true paradise that is soon to arrive.
Greeting
Come, let us finish this performance we've all been waiting for. Together.
Join Team: I
An invitation… for me?
Join Team: II
See? I haven't lost my touch.
Join Team: III
An ensemble? With me?
Ascension: I
The warm yet bittersweet first movement is hidden in the dark night, alone and forlorn. Now, those haunting, ghostly cries have begun to fade away.
Ascension: II
The shadowed, sorrowful second movement conceals unease and terror. Are you not afraid? It will raise its dagger with force, tearing through the veil between life and death.
Ascension: III
The bright and lively third movement carries the whimsical air of fantasy. Even suspended above falsehood and unease, it compels the notes to keep dancing forward.
Ascension: IV
The decisive and powerful fourth movement brings forth a rousing battle hymn. Carried by the rapids, it surges across an endless land, sweeping all before it.
Ascension: V
This is... the final flourish. You've given it an unexpected change... Since that's the case, why not sit and listen as I play the full composition to its end? Do you have time now?
Basic Attack: I
We wither together…
Basic Attack: II
Absolute futility…
Basic Attack: III
Thus you fall…
Heavy Attack: I
Heed the echoes.
Heavy Attack: II
Life or death. No alternative!
Heavy Attack: III
Wails, rejoicing!
Resonance Skill: II
Meaningless rumble.
Resonance Skill: II
Be erased.
Resonance Skill: III
You're in my way.
Resonance Skill: IV
Preparatory beat. Begin.
Resonance Skill: V
Ictus. Ready.
Resonance Skill: VI
Cadence. Halt.
Resonance Liberation: I
Chant, songs of old.
Resonance Liberation: II
Witness, blossoms in wilt.
Resonance Liberation: III
The soul, never entombed.
Resonance Liberation: IV
Shh…
Resonance Liberation: V
Annihilation.
Resonance Liberation: VI
Ensemble.
Resonance Liberation: VII
Oblivion.
Intro Skill: I
Join me in accompaniment.
Intro Skill: II
An intriguing concerto.
Intro Skill: III
Do keep up.
Hit
Missed a beat.
Injured: I
I feel nothing.
Injured: II
This changes nothing.
Fallen: I
If only I was closer…
Fallen: II
I have returned…
Fallen: III
This is far from the finale…
Echo Summon
Let your will take form.
Echo Transform
Symphony of life.
Enemies Near
Will the approaching sounds be... beautiful enough?
Glider
Prelude to arrival.
Sensor
Won't you have a look?
Dash
Are we there yet?
Supply Chest: I
Music to my ears.
Supply Chest: II
Indispensable.
Supply Chest: III
What significance will you grant them?