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Art style: 3D Cartoon. Вечерняя улица после дождя у двери небольшого дома. Экстремально крупно индикатор на груди Тима: красным мигает «1%». В композиции видна реакция Мамы, которая поправляет его дождевик. Мокрая брусчатка отражает холодный синий свет улицы и тёплое окно дома. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ 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: Pixar-style 3D computer animation (Pixar / Disney feature-film look) — fully volumetric 3D rendering with rounded dimensional forms, soft subsurface-scattering skin, physically based materials, soft global illumination, rich saturated colours and appealing stylised character proportions. The WHOLE frame is 3D animation — never flat 2D illustration, never photoreal live action. Every surface, skin, fabric, material, and environmental element must be rendered in this idiom. Character appearance reference (MUST match exactly): - Тим: and centered — Tim, a small childlike robot with the heart and body language of a curious 10–12-year-old boy, barely waist-high to an adult. Rounded ivory-white chassis with soft baby-blue panel accents, a slightly dented chest plate, and a glowing circular power core set into his torso that pulses faint cyan. Big expressive oval eyes on a smooth dome-head screen, showing warm, earnest emotion; two small antenna-ears and a dial of exposed gears at one shoulder. Stubby jointed arms with three-finger hands, short rounded legs ending in flat magnetic disc-feet that keep him balanced. He stands in a dim, abandoned workshop lit by a low emergency lamp, one hand pressed to his flickering core, chin lifted bravely, a gentle self-sacrificing determination in his posture. - Мама: . "Mama" is an adult caretaker robot with a warm, maternal build: a smooth rounded chassis of soft cream-white and gentle teal panels, broad shoulders, a softly curved torso suggesting a gentle motherly frame. Her face is an expressive oval screen with large kind amber eyes, subtle worry in her raised brow, a soft caring half-smile. Segmented articulated arms end in delicate three-fingered hands, one pressed protectively to her chest. A faint low battery indicator glows on her chest plate. She stands on sturdy flat magnetic foot-pads. Posture leans slightly forward, determined and anxious, as if reaching toward someone named Tim, inside a dim, cluttered home workshop with scattered tools and cables.