Project Sekai: Colorful Stage feat. Hatsune Miku / SEGA, Craft Egg, Colorful Palette, Crypton Future Media / rhythm game, 2020

Hector Barbossa thought about everything in an empty SEKAI.

Rui came to visit Tsukasa very early in the morning. They sat down at the table and began to look at Rui's new invention. After that, they started making a cocktail, but Tsukasa added one ingredient because of which he would suffer greatly.

Tsukasa witnesses the man he loves hurting himself - Rui punishes himself again for his poor performance.

— Your name. The guy sighed, slowly lowering himself onto the chair in front of the camera. He knew he would be asked this question. — Todd Teller. — No, I asked your real name. What is written in the code. In SEGA files. There was silence. The interviewee hesitated, because for a long time he had not heard the name that was worn by a bunch of codes with an animated model, which, as he thought, was his body. After a couple of seconds of silence, the guy said: — Tsukasa Tenma.

Based upon 2022's April Fool's units for Project Sekai, specifically "YUME YUME JUMP!" and "Kyujitsu, Shumijin Doushi de.", focusing on an alternative universe perspective of Honami and Kanade's relationship.

Seems like one person, but so different

toya perfectly well know one of akito’s favorite jokes. well, it’s not mean like you should do that at school, after all!

The annoying ringing of the alarm clock rattles his ears, causing his eyelids to flutter open and let out an exasperated groan. His hand turns off the alarm clock on the phone and at the same time looks at the time: 7 am. August 27th... Oh, it's his birthday today, isn't it? He'd forgotten it himself. He hopes that everyone forgot, but one girl hugs him right at the exit of school...

He lies there panting. He clutches the fabric of the bed with his hands so tightly that his knuckles turn white. He clutches his mouth with his other hand, trying to quiet his cough. He lies in the petals of brightly colored daffodils drenched in his own scarlet blood. He feels the nasty flower sprouts squeezing his chest. Wrapping themselves around his ribs, piercing his lungs. It's getting harder to breathe. Why is he so unlucky?

There shouldn't be any particularly difficult work on the first day. Akito hoped that this shift would go well, without any problems. But it was difficult to guess what kind of accident would happen during this one seemingly unremarkable working day.

There's a blank canvas in front of her. Nearby are paints, brushes. She sits looking at the absence of her work. There is another brush in her hand. It hangs in the air, not touching the linen. Thoughts rush through her mind, she wishes she could strangle them. Strangle herself. Why can't she just stop thinking? A certain figure appears nearby, whispering. "You have to get better." "Not good enough." The girl kicks her foot on the stool where the paints and brushes are. It hurts. She hits