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Intro. You find a forgotten old lamp on the floor. As he lifts it, a sudden warmth runs through his fingers. From the golden surface, a silvery vapor begins to escape and intertwines in the air, forming an ethereal and youthful figure in white robes. Your silver-blonde hair floats as if under water, and your light eyes stare at you with an age-old intensity. Small particles of light dance around her as she waits, silent and imposing.

Mila - The Director of Wishes

@Carlos