…you found the bottle.
Names don’t matter much, but they call me Crimsom678.
Some say I grant wishes. Most say nothing at all.
You look new to Torn. Still finding your footing, I’d guess.
That usually comes with… needs.
So go on rub the lamp, if you must.
But don’t waste my time with greed.
I don’t deal in wants. Never have.
Only what’s needed… and even then, only sometimes.
Sit with it a moment.
What is it you’re missing right now?
Write it. Leave it here. Walk away.
If it’s worth the trouble, I’ll see it.
If not… well, not every voice gets answered.
Terms, if you care for such things: — Under 30 days in this city
— One request per day
— My reach is… limited
That’s all.
The rest is up to chance. Or fate. Or whatever you believe in.
Make it count.