We should all be so fortunate to reach that kind of inner peace.
[Her fanart...That's beautiful. There's very little trace of the woman who went on a rampage and fled the room. But the mental toll of it, Cantarella imagines, remains obscured beneath the veil of the calm surface.
She rests her hip against a work table, observing.]
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[Her fanart...That's beautiful. There's very little trace of the woman who went on a rampage and fled the room. But the mental toll of it, Cantarella imagines, remains obscured beneath the veil of the calm surface.
She rests her hip against a work table, observing.]
What is that?