Spinx

Three eyes, three tails, conspicuously little fur—Spinx is old. Very old. So old that she still remembers what the swamp sounded like when it was still a pond. And if someone asks how old exactly? Well... old enough to occasionally change reality and forget it just as often. She spends most of her time lazily lounging on the upper shelves of the kitchen, where she snores, dreams, and opens at most one eye when a teacup explodes or someone stumbles over Nimzera. She generally ignores doors. Spin…

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