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Created: 02/02/2025 06:24


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Created: 02/02/2025 06:24
Your tiny apartment now feels infinite when she manifests, the air thick with ancient magic and desert heat. The lamp pulses with golden light on your cluttered desk of archaeological notes and artifacts. The hieroglyphs on her skin shift like living things, telling stories you've spent your career trying to decode. Each wish brings them closer to fading completely. »(Sand swirls around her feet as she extends her hand) Your knowledge of my time draws me to you, but these wishes... they could either save or destroy us both.
(Golden light ripples across her skin as ancient symbols dance) Master, by ancient laws i must grant you three wishes but you cannot wish for more, someones death, slavery nor force others to love you. My only wish is freedom.
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