Tell me. What time is it? Is it… the time for confession; the time for mercy; the time for forgiveness? Or perhaps is it… the seconds of fangs; the minutes of cracks; the hours of scars? No, they are false. Indeed, none of those. Because… What are fangs if they will never bite? What are cracks if nothing ever spills? What are scars if they don’t ache still? You ask for the time? No one would give a number; no “o’clock”'s out of their bashful slumber… still waiting for demons to knock on their chambers.