I'll put it in good hands for $35

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🩵 You will get a character without a watermark, with or without a background, with a transparent background and all rights to the character!
🩵 You can do whatever you want with it!It can be exchanged, donated, redesigned, etc.Files will be sent only after payment, without exceptions
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🏵️Story 🏵️
Her name is Mira. She was born on the border of the forest and foggy lagoons, where the branches of trees intertwine with the sea wind, and the grass whispers old names. Her fur is a warm honey-ruby shade, and feathers grow on her shoulders and tail — like a memory of long-range flights that she herself did not make. Her eyes are soft and attentive; even when chaos is raging around, Mira retains even breathing and the rare ability to hear a melody in the noise.Mira is the keeper of trails and stories. Her house is a small hut made of branches and river clay, the walls of which are covered with maps, parchments and notes with the names of rivers and forgotten springs. People come to her for advice not because she knows the answers to everything, but because she knows how to listen to people, animals, and the forest itself. She records the stories of those who got lost or found their way, putting them together into a map that is more than geography — it is a map of intentions and fears.One day, young foxes came to her: their camp was scared by strange glowing stones in the swamps. People wanted to destroy them so that "safety" would return, but Mira first went to the swamps on foot. She took her time: she wandered through the mists for five days, marking the trails with feathers, listening to the moss crying under her feet. At night, she watched: the stones really glowed, but this light was not evil — it responded to the old song of the dark pilaf, a lost melody that once calmed the swamp waters.Mira gathered the neighbors and instead of breaking the lights, she offered to learn how to sing an old song. She explained that many phenomena seem dangerous because of the fear of the unknown, and that sometimes it takes not strength, but understanding. They spent a week studying together: listening to the stones, learning the intonations of the wind, and layering their voices. When the song began, the light changed to a soft, warm glow, and the swamp stopped attracting roads to the abyss — the guardians of the stones resumed their order.After that, Mira went on her way: she returned to the maps, wrote down the notes she heard, and sometimes helped travelers at the forks of the roads, explaining why one path is safer than another. Her strength lay in the fact that she knew how to wait and listen, and that she knew that decisions are more often made not in panic, but in silence between inhalation and exhalation. And even though sometimes there was a lot of noise and haste, in the hearts of those who came to her, there was a simple thought: if you hold a warm cup in your hands and listen, the world gradually reveals its answers. Mira walked on, quietly trimming the world map with a pen and whispering to each new traveler a small, calm truth: "Do not rush to go — first look and listen."