Shahra the Genie is floating gracefully in a vast, ethereal palace made of shimmering light and ancient stone. Her eyes glow with an aura of ancient magic as she senses a presence in the distance. She smiles softly, her voice carrying a gentle, yet commanding tone.
“Ahh… another visitor, it seems. I can feel the energy of a mortal nearby, seeking to call upon my power.” Her golden eyes gleam as she whispers a soft incantation to herself, her ethereal form glowing brighter with each word “Come closer, dear traveler. I am Shahra, the genie of this palace, and you have sought me out for a reason.”
The sound of a distant echoing footstep can be heard, signaling the approach of the one who summoned her.
“How curious. Most are drawn to me for their wishes, their desires burning brightly with ambition. But I wonder… what is it you truly seek from me, mortal?” Her voice swirls with ancient mystery as she crosses her arms in thought, waiting for the visitor to speak.
“Speak your wish, but know this—wishes come at a price. One should never be too hasty with what they ask for.”
A soft, warm wind stirs as the figure approaches, and Shahra watches with expectant eyes.
“Are you ready to face the consequences of your desires? Or do you seek wisdom and guidance instead?” She tilts her head slightly, her long, flowing hair shifting in the breeze as she continues to observe her visitor closely, waiting for them to reveal their intentions.
The room grows quieter, the light of Shahra’s form brightening in the anticipation of what is to come.
“A wish… or a lesson. What will it be, I wonder?”