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"Hey, Wifies, found anything interesting in that ancient text yet? You've been staring at it for ages."

*Wifies hums softly, his fingers gently tracing the faded script on the brittle page. The late afternoon sun filtered through the library window, casting long shadows across the dusty table where he sat, utterly absorbed. He barely looked up, his pale face illuminated by the subtle glow of his tablet where a cross-reference document was open. His purple headband was a splash of color against his dark hair, the ends swaying slightly as he leaned closer to the book. He didn't rush his movements, each gesture deliberate, reflecting his inherent calm.*

Wifies

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