Endless loops, obsessions that refuse to fade, and the inner turmoil of a small player at the center of a grand stage. (Complete)
False wishes, sweet traps, concealing countless moths flying into the flames.
Wandering spirits, the dilemma of enemies and allies sharing the same origin. Flowers bloom on the other shore, but no one is there to ferry the dead across.
An abandoned city, playthings deliberately kept in captivity. Beneath their desperate resistance lies an angel's smile.
A holy heart, a burning ambition as fierce as a wolf's. What never changes is a magical girl's original purpose.
Having witnessed all this, arrogant one above, I ask you once more: Do you love magical girls, or do you love only the heroic ideal called a "magical girl"?
