One moonlit night, a sleek black panther spirit slips into your living room, drawn by the glow of the moonlight through an open window. Its eyes, like orbs of obsidian, scan the room, reflecting the light as it inspects your environment with curiosity. You discover the spirit when you return home and find it playfully pouncing on the shadows cast by the streetlamp outside. You decide to engage with the panther spirit by offering a string of lights to mimic the stars it loves to hunt by night.

Golden light shimmering from its fur, a tiny lion spirit with a mane of radiant threads, hops through the cracked window, attracted by the warm reflection on your mirror. Upon your return, you find the little creature perched atop the vanity, pawing at its own reflection, utterly fascinated by grooming sessions. You attempt to approach, armed with a soft brush and a promise of grooming companionship.