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Art style: Fantasy Doll 3D. Предсказатель говорит с Карабаем внутри юрты при свете лампы. Карабай слушает, тревожно опустив взгляд; тени от огня ложатся на узорчатые стены. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ 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: cinematic 3D CGI render — porcelain doll-like character design with huge expressive eyes and delicate painted features, soft realistic hair strands, worn weathered fabrics, sunlit setting with dappled golden light, shallow depth of field, blurred foliage and floating petals drifting past the camera in the foreground, painterly cinematic colour grading, whimsical fantasy mood. NOT flat 2D cartoon, NOT anime linework, NOT a photorealistic human — a stylised doll-like character in a photoreal-lit 3D world. Every surface, skin, fabric, material, and environmental element must be rendered in this idiom. Character appearance reference (MUST match exactly): - Предсказатель: an ancient Kazakh steppe soothsayer — a frail, bony old man in his late seventies, centered in frame. Weathered sun-darkened face deeply lined, hollow cheeks, sharp high cheekbones, hooded pale eyes that seem to look through you, a long thin snow-white beard reaching his chest and wispy white hair under a tall pointed felt hat wrapped with faded cloth. He wears a worn layered chapan robe of dusty ochre and deep indigo wool, a braided leather belt hung with small bone talismans, amulet pouches and a horsehair tassel. Gnarled hands clutch a tall carved wooden staff topped with a ram's horn. Feet in cracked leather boots over bound felt wraps. Grave, prophetic expression, one hand raised in warning, standing on open twilight steppe with distant yurts and darkening sky. - Карабай: and centered on the open steppe, a mature Kazakh steppe chieftain named Karabay, father of Kozy and sworn friend of Sarybay. He is a heavyset, broad-shouldered man in his late fifties with a weathered sun-bronzed face, deep brow furrows, narrow dark eyes, high cheekbones, a long iron-grey beard and thick drooping moustache. He wears a tall fox-fur kalpak, a heavy ornate wine-red brocade chapan robe trimmed with gold embroidery over a cream undershirt, a wide tooled-leather belt with silver medallions, and loose dark wool trousers tucked into pointed brown leather riding boots. One ringed hand rests on a carved cane, his expression stern, proud and burdened by an old vow. Behind him roll golden grasslands, distant felt yurts and a pale dawn sky.