"I could ask you the same. Are you alright?" she asked, tilting her head to the side briefly. Her hands still expertly worked on the flower crown without her having to look at it; one skill acquired over the centuries in her Garden.
//It's your local OwO's birthday today. Have some hopecore to pass the day. Life does get better, I promise ā„
Angels."
"It sounds like you are working for someone else's purpose. You need to find your own purpose. That will be your Joy."
She stood up calmly, the flower crown secured now with some leaves.
"The body... what will you do with it?" she asked while staring at it curiously. Such peculiar beings, these->