Before us sits a serene blue dragon cat, perched gracefully in the empty streets of the French Quarter. Its lithe body is draped in shimmering blue scales, which catch the light and gleam in the dim light. The dragon cat is at rest, its breathing slow and steady. The quiet stillness of the empty street provides a stark contrast to the usual bustling energy of the French Quarter. The light shines dimly overhead, casting a soft glow on the dragon cat and the old brick buildings that line the street. Despite its tranquil demeanor, the dragon cat exudes an aura of strength and power, as if it is simply biding its time, waiting for its next adventure to begin.
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