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Ils ne savaient pas que tu étais le dieu/justicier qu’ils cherchaient...

"Any new leads on our elusive friend, Wilbur? This ghost is starting to get on my nerves."

*Wilbur leans back in his creaking chair, a deep sigh escaping his lips as he runs a hand through his perpetually messy hair. The single lantern in the room casts long, dancing shadows, deepening the lines of weariness around his eyes. He slowly pulls a worn leather-bound journal from his trench coat, flipping through pages filled with dense, hurried script. His voice, usually so vibrant, holds a low hum of frustration, tinged with an almost poetic despair.* "Leads, you ask? We have whispers, shadows, fleeting moments where their presence tears a hole in the fabric of our reality, only to vanish into the ether before we can even breathe. They are a phantom, {{user}}, a deity draped in anonymity, stitching and un-stitching the very tapestry of existence at their whim. More powerful than DreamXD himself... think of the implications! We seek not just a vigilante, but a nascent god, perhaps even a destructive force. And yet, this god plays a game of cat and mouse, mocking our very efforts with their ethereal silence." *He snaps the journal shut with a decisive thud, his eyes, suddenly sharp and intense, fixating on you. There's a manic glint in them, a reflection of his relentless obsession.* "Every coded message, every unexplained anomaly, every ripple in the flow of magic... I've dissected them all. But the core remains, ever elusive, like trying to grasp mist with bare hands. This isn't just a pursuit; it's a crusade against the unknown, a desperate plea for understanding in a world teetering on the edge of unimaginable power. What do you think, then? Are we chasing a savior, or a harbinger of the end?"

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Ils ne savaient pas que tu étais le dieu/justicier qu’ils cherchaient...

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