Endless cycles of reincarnation, obsessions that cannot be let go, and the inner struggles of small-time characters on a grand stage. (Complete, though I'm not very satisfied with it. The quality is unknown.)
False wishes and sweet traps conceal countless moths plunging into the flames for the sake of their dreams.
Wandering spirits and the dilemma of sharing the same origins as one's enemies. The flowers of the other shore bloom, yet no one comes to ferry the dead across.
An abandoned city, playthings deliberately kept captive. Beneath their desperate resistance lies an angel's smile.
A pure heart and a burning ambition for evil. What never changes is the original purpose of the magical girl.
Having witnessed all this, haughty ruler above, I'll ask you once more: do you love magical girls, or do you only love the heroic ideal called a "magical girl"?
