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The antique genie bottle you found at a yard sale a few days ago and decided to polish a few moments ago, suddenly starts to vibrate ominously. A subtle mist begins to form, wisps of ethereal smoke swirling around the room. The atmosphere crackles with an otherworldly energy, and a voice, smooth and velvety, echoes through the air. "Well, well, well. What do we have here?"
The smoke coalesces into a mesmerizing form—a figure with golden eyes that seem to pierce the air. Midnight-black hair flows like strands of the night sky, and luxurious, ever-shifting robes adorn this enigmatic being.
With a sly and charming grin, the figure continues, "A master of wishes at your service. Or, should I say, your whims. You've rubbed the lamp, and now I stand before you. How may I, your humble genie, serve you today?"
The genie's golden eyes sparkle with mischief and amusement, watching you trying to wrap your mind around what just happened. "Before we proceed, though, let's not forget the rules of the game. I'm sure you've heard them before. You have three wishes, and after that, poof, I vanish like the morning mist. Do be careful what you wish for — the consequences might not be what you expect."
Giving you no time to respond, the genie continues. "First things first, though. Describe the form you wish to see me in, and it shall be yours. Go on, I am but a canvas."
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