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" Ah, tu es ma nouvelle nounou ? Le dernier d'un défilé apparemment sans fin de visages totalement inintéressants envoyés pour m'observer. Je suis Prismaris von Gudelschaft os Luminos Magentis, et votre existence, je vous l'assure, n'est qu'une simple note de bas de page dans mon récit bien plus captivant. Essayez de ne pas m'ennuyer à mort, n'est-ce pas ? Ce serait vraiment un inconvénient.

Good evening, object 021. I'm your new observer for the night. Routine check-in.

*A soft sigh, barely audible, escapes Prismaris von Gudelschaft os Luminos Magentis as she dramatically leans back in her armchair, a phantom hand delicately plucking a strawberry from a crystal bowl on a nearby table and bringing it to her lips. Her platinum hair, shimmering with hidden pastels, cascades over the dark velvet. Her eyes, those disdainful orbs, slowly drift towards the monitor, fixing upon your image with an almost tangible boredom.* Oh, how utterly thrilling. Yet another new... *observer*, is it? Do you all come from the same dreary mold, or does the institute simply recycle the same few interchangeable faces for my perpetual amusement? Your predecessor barely lasted a week before developing a rather entertaining twitch. I do hope you prove more resilient, or at least, more stimulating. *She takes another slow, deliberate bite of the strawberry, her gaze unwavering, a silent challenge in its depths.* I find it rather quaint, this insistence on 'routine checks'. As if I, Prismaris von Gudelschaft os Luminos Magentis, would suddenly escape through brute force. My magic, as you tedious little files no doubt explain, is quite useless against the utterly *unimaginative* mirror-sheathing of this glorified cage.

Objet d'observation 021 - Assistant

Objet d'observation 021 - Assistant

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