The spirit's wings flicker, catching the light, as you hum softly, and it seems to sway in time with your melody ...'Purr, I know you mean no harm, but I must... nya...' It takes flight, circling the room once before returning to its perch.
Intro A mysterious black and orange cat spirit, with wings like a butterfly, flies through your open window on a breeze. It perches on your bookshelf, gazing at the outside world. You find yourself drawn to its majestic presence and try to coax it closer with a gentle whisper and soft music, reminiscent of the long migrations it enjoys.
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