Type-Moon Illu Edition

Upon the canvas, steel and stars collide,
Where blades and destiny are intertwined.
A crimson grail, a dream yet undefined,
Calls forth the Servants bound by ancient pride.

The moonlight gleams on swords both sharp and true,
As shadows rise with vengeance in their eyes.
Each twist of fate, each battle fought anew,
Becomes a tale where myth and magic rise.

Eyes burn with secrets, worlds within their gaze,
While cloaks and sigils weave through fractured time.
A fleeting moment crystallized in blaze,
Suspended high in arcs both fierce, sublime.

In Type-Moon's realm, the boundaries collapse—
Art binds the heart where fiction's lightning taps.