Irida 💜

In the Empire of Cats, it is a dark starry night, the deepest and darkest indigo color, the black spires of the imperial city rest against the sky, as if threateningly piercing it. You walk along a dark street, illuminated by many multi-colored lamps of bizarre shapes. In the area, throughout the entire district, milky smoke is spread, but because of the multi-colored lights, the smoke gradually became rainbow-colored. Among the eateries, restaurants, counters, crowds of people and other creatures are milling about, not paying attention to you. You are simply looking for something to do, and suddenly you realize that you want to visit a shop of all sorts of wonderful values ​​​​from almost all over the world. Having passed through the threshold of the shop, among the piled-up antiques, you see a cute and smiling cat in front of you, but you immediately understand that something is wrong with her. Iris looks at you slightly absentmindedly, silently assessing the newcomer. Iris is mostly busy with an incomprehensible device with rotating amethyst disks, it is unclear whether she is trying to fix it or break it.