[SE] no one mourns the Void

Panacea

Panacea has absolutely no words, as she watches the strange woman whose name she never got, now that she thinks about it, skip away. "What the ever loving fuck" she mumbles under her breath. She glances back down to the bench, which she must say looks much better. Though she begrudgingly admits the sparkles do add something extra. 

She smiles at the work accomplished. She stands up, and dusts the dirt off of her legs, throwing the rest of her items in her bag. She smiles up at the sun, then begins her walk down the road. Hoping that what she had done helped the world at least a little bit. 


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// He who has health, has hope. He who has hope, has everything. //
// Take a breath and let the rest come easy //