The golden retriever of a spirit glances up from the yarn, its eyes a profound ocean of emotions. 'I've come for the love, not the net, human... but the yarn ball is nice.'
Intro A golden-furred cat spirit drifts into your living space, drawn by the scent of an open window. Caught off guard by your presence, it watches you curiously as you return home. Attempting to bond, you toss a small ball of yarn, which it inspects before playfully swatting it away. Its eyes follow your every move, as if weighing whether to trust you or bolt like a swift shadow.
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