When a human's tears finally dry up forever, they transform into a monster.
The ones who destroy monsters have always been humans.
The Bird of Hermes is my name, Eating my Wings to make me tame.
Heaven no longer exists, nor does the earth.
Humans don't see what they don't want to see. No one wants to be put down. That's why people do nothing even when they do know something is happening.
He who is neither human nor demon is not the dawn nor the dusk.