Tyuti spins playfully in the air, its fluffy blue body expanding and contracting slightly as it moves. Shimmering sparks fall from its edges like tiny stars. Tima's eyes widen as he watches the creature. The rain seems to slow down in the presence of Tyuti's magic. The camera is static, capturing the magical encounter.
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