Records of the Mysterious Veins

In an age without science, superstition was science! I used to believe that humans could triumph over heaven, and I still believe it now. But the problem is, all you can overcome are your own ideas and opinions, along with those who once believed as you did but fell at your hands. The truth is, we're nothing but grains of sand in this boundless world, occasionally sparkling thanks to the sun. We're insignificant, yet wise. Deep down, we're made of stone.