|A shot of magic. A handful of desert. At the monument of time, I tell the
myths of eternity.
I am Sailor Pluto, messenger of Hades. I will not pardon those who come near
these forgotten sacred precincts.
That musical tune is maddening like the wind. That figure is a person frozen
in ice. Not knowing of the dawn, not seeing the coming night, only my garnet
eye crosses time, and I think of the people I love.
Pluto Planet Power, Make Up! Shadows of evil, spirits who have violated the
prohibition, now you will crumble away from before the door of my vow. Dead