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Art style: Сказочная 3D-анимация, выразительные персонажи, мягкий кинематографичный свет, волшебная атмосфера. Солнечная деревенская площадь. Яна, Морена и бабушка сидят за столом с чашками чая; жители улыбаются, рядом порхают светлячки. Радостный уютный финал, тёплое солнце, ощущение принятия и дружбы. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ FINAL STYLE ENFORCEMENT (this is the authoritative rendering directive — it overrides any style wording elsewhere in the prompt): Render this image entirely in "Сказочная 3D-анимация, выразительные персонажи, мягкий кинематографичный свет, волшебная атмосфера" style. Match the lighting grammar, material response, colour science, level of realism / stylisation, line weight, and shading model typical of "Сказочная 3D-анимация, выразительные персонажи, мягкий кинематографичный свет, волшебная атмосфера". Keep the subject, composition, camera angle, lighting direction, and colour palette from the description above — but EVERY surface, skin, fabric, material, and environmental element must be rendered in the "Сказочная 3D-анимация, выразительные персонажи, мягкий кинематографичный свет, волшебная атмосфера" idiom, not in any other medium. Character appearance reference (MUST match exactly): - Яна: a kind brave young girl named Yana centered in the frame. She is about nine years old, with warm fair skin, round rosy cheeks, large expressive hazel eyes, and a small determined smile. Her chestnut-brown hair is woven into two thick braids tied with soft red ribbons, a few loose strands framing her face. She wears a forest-green hooded cloak over a cream linen dress with embroidered berry patterns, a woven wicker basket of glowing red healing berries hanging from one arm, a small leather satchel at her hip. On her feet are sturdy laced brown ankle boots. She stands on a mossy path in a misty enchanted forest, pale shafts of warm light filtering through tall silver-barked trees, drifting fog and tiny luminous spores around her. - Волшебница Морена: and centered — Morena the sorceress, a lonely enchantress of the Misty Forest. She is a tall, slender woman in her early thirties with pale cool-toned skin, a narrow angular face, high cheekbones and large deep-violet eyes shadowed by faint sadness. Her long silver-lavender hair flows past her waist, woven with dark feathers and tiny dimmed star-shaped charms. She wears a floor-length midnight-blue and charcoal gown with a high collar, trailing translucent misty sleeves, and a tarnished pendant shaped like a captured sun hanging at her chest. A faint cold magical glow of pale blue swirls softly around her fingertips. She stands on damp mossy ground among fog-wrapped roots, bare feet, her expression guarded yet quietly yearning, one hand half-open as if hesitating to release light. - Светлячок: and centered — a small friendly firefly sprite named Svetlyachok, Yana's guide through the Misty Forest. A tiny plump creature the size of a child's palm, with a rounded body of warm amber-yellow, a soft glowing belly that pulses like a living lantern, and two pairs of delicate translucent wings tinged pale gold. Large round black eyes full of kindness, a little upturned smile, two slender antennae each ending in a soft luminous orb. Thin spindly legs ending in tiny padded feet resting on a dewy mushroom cap. A warm golden halo of light surrounds it, with drifting sparks and faint pollen motes. Behind it, a foggy twilight forest of tall mossy trees and glowing blue flowers fading into mist. - Бабушка: and centered — a warm elderly village grandmother in her early seventies, short and gently plump with a soft rounded frame and a kind, welcoming posture. She has a round, deeply wrinkled face with rosy cheeks, pale fair skin, twinkling light-blue eyes framed by crow's-feet laugh lines, a small button nose, and a tender smile. Silver-grey hair pulled back into a neat low bun, a few loose wisps, covered by a cream headscarf with tiny embroidered flowers. She wears a long dark-blue woolen skirt, a cozy cream knitted cardigan over an embroidered folk blouse, and a floral apron tied at the waist. On her feet, worn soft brown felt slippers. One hand rests warmly on her chest, the other open in greeting. She stands at a rustic wooden cottage doorway, soft golden evening light, a quiet welcoming village yard behind her.