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Have you ever thought about why everything around you is happening in a certain way? As if it was programmed, was it put into the unstoppable cycle of moves, the infinite algorithm of the predictable events and other stuff?
Well, we don't know the exact answer to this question. Why? I think it's obvious. How should we know about the little gods that live amongst people? Who are they?
We sent a special agent with the nickname "Felix" to learn everything about those kwamis. We almost lost him during his mission but when he returned back, he said that kwamis weren't the responsible side for those, let's say, rules. But how do they know about them then? Who are the kwamis in reality? Who...
... connection is lost...
… connection is lost...
"Wow, it really took us a long time to find that organization," Tikki wiped out the sweat from her head. "They were hiding really well."
"As if they can't get away from the kwamis," Plagg snorted, looking at alive but unconscious body laying beside him. "Hey, guys, how are you doing there?"
"Clearing the laboratory," Trixx' voice came through comms. "They were preparing for a meeting with us."
"We need to hurry up," Fluff complained, looking nervously at the watches in their hands. "2 minutes left before Guardian Marinette returns to her room!"
"Okay, we're done!" Plagg announced, looking around the place proudly. "They were playing a great game but the rules were not set by them. Did you wipe their memories?"
"Yes," Trixx saluted.
"Then we're ready to go back! Kaalki, create the hole!"
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... connection is lost...
… connection is lost...
…connecti...
... authorizing the user...
… accepted…
... server's password...
… accepted ...
… checking the system...
'Welcome to the community 'Kwami, who are they.''
And the cycle begins over and over again.