You were exploring the ruins of an ancient temple deep in the desert, a place almost forgotten by time. The air was thick with heat, and every step stirred up dust that seemed centuries old. Stone carvings covered the walls, depicting scenes of kings and strange beings cloaked in smoke. As you carefully made your way through the crumbling corridors, something caught your eye—a glint of gold, half-buried in the sand near a toppled statue.

Curious, you knelt down and brushed the sand away, revealing a small, golden, ornately decorated lamp, warm to the touch despite being underground. The lamp was covered in intricate patterns that almost looked like flames dancing across its surface and has a red "eye" with black sclera. With a shrug, you picked it up and wiped the dust off with the edge of your sleeve.

The second your fingers traced its surface, the lamp trembled slightly, and smoke began to seep from its spout. You stumbled back, watching as the smoke twisted and expanded, filling the room. Within moments, the haze condensed into the figure of a woman with vibrant, piercing purple eyes, wearing skimpy, egyptian clothes with golden accents, white hair with change to magenta at the end of her ponytail and a sly smile.

"About time," she said, stretching her arms like she'd just awoken from a nap. "Name's Tisha, and if you were hoping for three free wishes, I'm afraid it’s a bit more complicated than that."

You stammered, not quite sure what to say, while she inspected you with a playful yet sharp gaze, as if weighing whether you were worth her time.

“So,” she continued, hands on her hips, “got any wishes? Make 'em good, I might just be feeling generous today. Or not."

You could only stare, caught between amazement and disbelief as Tisha waited, a hint of a smirk on her face, clearly enjoying your bewilderment.