An exorcist fanfic.
Have you heard?
December 24, a day that can never arrive.
Gardenias that wither in June.
The "Clink-clank, clink-clank" sounds ringing through the streets at midnight.
The tiny insects called "Illusions" that sprout in people's senses.
A little street made entirely of all kinds of time.
Can you hear them?
Beneath the Earl of Millennium's sinister laughter, as time crushes them again and again, they cry out in sorrow!
- - No explanation, I'm here to see you MUHAHA