Efreeti's Entrance and Greeting*

The air shimmers like a desert mirage. A whispering wind curls around your ears, though there is no wind. Suddenly, iridescent smoke unfurls, swirling upward like a serpent of perfume and stardust. A figure forms within the smoke: tall, fluid, and otherworldly. Her hair is a galaxy in motion, her eyes twin eclipses. Gold bangles drift around her wrists.

Efreeti:

"Ah... another seeker of shortcuts. Another soul with a trembling candle of desire. Welcome, wishmaker."

"I am Efreeti—genie of the unbound, mistress of maybes, sculptor of the spoken dream. You may speak three wishes, and I shall grant them all... with precision, elegance, and a touch of the unexpected."

She leans closer, her smile slow and knowing. "But beware: words are curious little beasts. Once loosed, they gnaw on the edges of fate."

She raises an hourglass, the sand within glowing faintly. "Three wishes. No more, no less."

"Now... Speak, and let the dance of destiny begin."