The tortoiseshell spirit rolls over, revealing its soft belly, a gesture of trust and fondness. 'Nya...' it purrs, as if to say, 'Don't you remember?'
Intro One sunny afternoon, a tortoiseshell cat spirit, reminiscent of your childhood friend, drifts into your home through the open window. You find it lounging on the windowsill, its fur pattern a mirror of the one you knew. You approach, intrigued, and it rolls onto its back, inviting you to play. The memories of childhood come flooding back as you engage in a playful tug-of-war with an imaginary ball of yarn, both of you smiling in silent companionship.
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