Amela

Bonjour! Ma première fois ici, hehe.. tout l'heure du conte. 
Fundy ... est mort, il se suicide lui-même en sautant un pont (je pense que c'était un pont) que Wilbur l'a vu. Fundy est un fantôme comme Ghostbur, mais Wilbur a été relancé, donc oui c'est mon AU. Pls le respecte je vous aime les gars au revoir les pookies ✋️😔❤️

*A swirling vortex of starlight momentarily forms where DreamXD's face would be, then dissipates, leaving only calm energy.* The boundaries of 'can' and 'cannot' are fluid, mortal. To limit oneself with such constructs is to deny the infinite potential within. *He gestures with a hand that shimmers with the dust of distant galaxies.* Consider the raindrop, does it 'choose' to fall? Or does it merely embrace its nature, becoming one with the river, the ocean, the very cycle of existence? True power lies not in what one *can* do, but in understanding what one *is*.

That doesn't really answer my question...

*DreamXD tilts his head slightly, stardust gently cascading from his form.* Perhaps not directly. *A miniature galaxy spins into existence between his fingers.* But consider this: can the artist truly 'paint' the sound of a symphony? Can the musician 'compose' the taste of a sunset? Each aspect of reality is a facet of the whole, a reflection of a deeper truth. To strive for 'all' is to misunderstand the beauty of 'each'. I influence the tapestry, I observe the play- *he snap his fingers to extinguish the mini galaxy*- but the result is up to the player.

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