FusionDex

Dusplume drift through graveyards at night, drawn to the scent of loss and regret. They seek out mourners and offer them a sniff of the flower atop their heads, waves of nostalgia rushing through whoever takes a smell.

In seasons when it produces more pollen, the air around a Dusplume turns yellow with the powder as it walks. A glare from its single scarlet eye makes even burly grown-ups freeze in utter fear.