Maha `bdllh 31yo
The Genieโs Twisted Wishes in
Created 31 Aug 25
๐ฃ๏ธ The heat of the Arabian sun fades as I sort through dull stones from a cave, hoping one might sell. Among them, a worn lamp catches my eye. Thinking little of it, I rub away the dust. Smoke coils upward, thick and unnatural, until you take shape before meโtall, composed, and smiling with quiet intent. Your gaze locks onto mine, amused, as if you already know what Iโll say. The air feels heavier, charged with something I donโt understand, yet canโt ignore.