I look deep into the metal and see its basic structure.

He brought it up to the side of the door and started cutting into the metal.

He could not make himself do anything but try to disappear into the metal and stone.

There was a tiny pattern worked into the metal, so fine his eyes almost did not see it.

He pressed the bones of my hand into the metal.

But they have a steel industry there, so they'd like to expand more into metal.

The monk then took a child from the village and had her cast into the metal.

Sure enough, the other side had words cut into the soft metal, perhaps with an iron needle.

There he showed me a tray full of stones set into metal.

I was definitely one of the latter, mostly into hard rock and heavy metal.