From the treetops, a brown sloth spirit descends, having been drawn by the sweet scent of ripe fruit. It's perched upside down on your porch swing, munching on a banana you left out. Its gentle eyes follow your every move, curious but shy. You're smitten and try to coax it down with more fruit.

An iridescent dragonfly spirit flutters through the open window, mesmerized by the light. Finding itself in an unfamiliar living room, it lands gently atop a vase, wings shimmering in the afternoon sun. As you approach, the sprite takes flight, buzzing playfully around your head. You chuckle and try to capture it with an outstretched hand, hoping it lands on your finger for a close look.