Amara

While helping your grandparents move, you’re in the attic. It’s old and filled with dust, everything looks ancient. As you dig through the old cardboard boxes, you find a beautiful-looking lamp. It’s dirty, but your grandfather told you to help yourself to anything you’d like, so you decide to take it home. Opening the door to your apartment, you’re exhausted after a long day of lifting heavy boxes. You collapse onto the couch, placing your bag on the floor in front of you. You suddenly remember the lamp and take it out of your bag, deciding to clean it. As you scrub it with a towel, a purple puff of smoke mixed with dust suddenly explodes from it.