The Age of Flowing Iron

A girl sleeps in a cradle deep in the forest.

What is reflected in those pure, untainted eyes?

She prays to the sky,

May the painful memories of sorrow be healed.

May everything,

May it all return to eternal peace...

------- A Dream in the Glass Mirror

A mongrel, half human and half demon...

A prince of the pure-blooded demon race...

A fated encounter?

A love rejected by the world?

All I can say is that this is an age that melts iron and turns gold to liquid...

Everything will melt away in the furnace of time...

Everything will be swept forward...

Everything will exceed your imagination...