■ Synopsis

One day, a certain piece of art was suddenly placed on a rural roadside. A human body with a stained-glass lily for a head. There was no artist name, no title—only a single sentence on the plate at its feet: Please give me a name.

Out of curiosity, you gave it a name. In that moment, you felt as though the center of the flower turned toward you. From the next day, the work that sat by the road began to draw closer to your house, bit by bit. By the time it reached your front door, it possessed body heat, and its head turned toward you without hesitation. The text on the plate had been rewritten before you knew it. "Title: The Anomaly / Creator: Guest"

By giving it a name, you have brought "that" into existence.