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Art style: Classic Cel. Радим выплёскивает остатки мёдовой сурьи в лицо Берегине. Она начинает рассыпаться чёрным песком, туман взметается к верхушкам деревьев. Из глубины под корнями затонувшего дуба поднимается Водяной. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ FINAL STYLE ENFORCEMENT (this is the authoritative rendering directive — it overrides any style wording elsewhere in the prompt): Render this image in the following art style: classic traditional 2D cel animation in the style of late-1990s Disney feature films (the Tarzan / Pocahontas / Beauty and the Beast era) — clean bold ink outlines, flat cel-shading with soft one-tone shadows, large expressive eyes with bright catchlights, warm skin tones with a gentle blush, glossy lip highlights, painterly soft-focus background art contrasted with crisp character linework, shimmering sparkle-dust particle effects, romantic warm-versus-cool lighting contrast. Every surface, skin, fabric, material, and environmental element must be rendered in this idiom. Character identity reference (face, age, build and clothing only): - Радим: . Radim is a lean boy of about twelve, pale fair skin with a faint scatter of freckles, large watchful grey-green eyes, a narrow determined face and tousled ash-blond hair falling across his brow. Slight, wiry build. He wears a worn grey linen tunic belted with a frayed leather cord, patched dark trousers, and scuffed brown leather lace-up boots caked with mud. A small carved wooden key hangs on a cord around his neck, clutched protectively in one hand. He stands tense but resolute at the edge of a dead, gnarled forest under a sickly moon, mist curling around skeletal roots, jaw set, eyes wide with fearful courage, ready to run. - Берегиня: at the edge of a black forest pool — Bereginya, an evil navya, drowned-spirit mistress of a dangerous whirlpool. A tall, unnaturally thin woman with drowned-grey waterlogged skin, bluish shadows pooling under hollow eyes, pale lips, and a faint bloat to her cheeks. Long black-green hair hangs in dripping, weed-tangled ropes to her waist, strung with slime and dead leaves. Her eyes are milky-white and pupil-less, fixed in a hungry, luring stare, mouth curled in a cold inviting smile. She wears a clinging, sodden ancient linen shift gone grey-green, torn at the hem, water streaming from the fabric. Her thin hands reach forward with long dark nails, as if beckoning someone into the depths. She stands barefoot on slick black mud and submerged roots, mist curling around her ankles, reeds and still dark water filling the sides. The SCENE description determines the cast, number of people, actions, setting and framing. Include every character it calls for together in this scene; do not turn it into a solo character portrait.