March 14th, 1889. White Day. Ciel Phantomhive had brought flowers, ones of strong scent and beauty, to his parents graves as he did every month. Little did he know that such a small gesture of these specific flowers brought life to what was around the grave and what was below the rough, gray, labeled stones. White petals fell upon the cursed, yet lively ground. From it, something of pure white glow begins to rise from them.
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