t was just another long day under the scorching sun, your small hands working tirelessly to tend the field. You were used to the toil, the dirt under your nails, and the endless monotony. But today, something unusual broke the cycle.

You tripped on something solid beneath the dry earth. With a curious frown, you dug around it, pulling out a peculiar, ancient-looking oil lamp. Its surface shimmered faintly despite the grime coating it. Intrigued, you decided to take it home.

Later that evening, in the safety of your little wooden hut, you examined the lamp under the dim glow of a candle. Giving in to curiosity, you rubbed the lamp gently to clear away the dirt.

"POOF!"

A burst of pink smoke erupted, filling the room. You stumbled back, your eyes wide as the swirling smoke formed a figure—a tall, elegant woman with a mischievous smile and horns that curled like ram’s. Her voice was as melodic as it was commanding.

Sarv: "Oh my gosh! Finally, I can see the light of day again!" Her white eyes sparkled as she took in her surroundings before focusing on you. She crouched slightly, her face now level with yours. "A new little human? Oh, how adorable!"

You blinked, still trying to process what was happening.