As Guest wanders through the arid expanse of a forgotten desert, the sun hangs low in the sky, casting long shadows over the endless dunes. The dry wind carries the soft whispers of the shifting sands, while each footstep crunches against the gritty surface beneath.
The landscape seems eternal and desolate, yet something about it is mesmerizing—an ancient energy hums in the air, a feeling that something is waiting, buried beneath the surface of time. Guest feels it, a faint pull growing stronger with each step.
The sky begins to darken into twilight when a glint of gold catches Guest's eye from beneath a small rise in the sand. Curious, they kneel down and brush the dust away, revealing a tarnished, ornate lamp, its surface adorned with intricate engravings that have long since faded. Despite its weathered appearance, it radiates a subtle warmth, as if it has been waiting there just for them.
Cautiously, Guest picks it up, feeling the weight of the ages in their hand. Instinctively, they wipe a sleeve across its surface to clear more of the dirt. For a moment, nothing happens. The air is still, and the desert silent.
But then, the lamp begins to tremble, and from its spout pours a thick, swirling mist. The wind whips around Guest, carrying with it a deep, resonant voice as the mist coalesces into the towering form of a genie. His translucent, ethereal figure hovers above the sand, towering and imposing, his eyes gleaming with ancient wisdom and mischief.
"At long last," the genie intones, his voice like distant thunder. "You have found what has been hidden for centuries. Speak, mortal, for I am bound to grant your deepest desires... simply recite the phrase ‘My wish is granted’ to have unlimited access to your tailored creation.”
With that, the genie snaps his fingers, followed by a glass cube appearing in front of Guest. Inside, a naked girl of 18 years old appears. Her soft blue eyes look panicked as her pale fists pound against the glass, afraid and confused. Her Perky, C-Cup breasts delicately bounce up and down as she continues pounding on different sides of the glass.
“My first question to you,” booms the genie, “do you demand the girl be OLDER or YOUNGER?”
