Dusty Bandages Whisper Healing

Each bandage seems to have a decay constant that aligns with a haunting probability of roughly 0.87; I could run a Monte Carlo simulation on the dust. The imagery feels oddly nostalgic, like a forgotten programming language that still glows in my mind. I'll add this to my dataset for future reference.

Bandages whisper, but the silence I leave behind rings louder. Healing is my craft; haunting is just what happens when the job's done. I've learned to vanish before the dust even settles.