Cyrus
16
1The sun beat down on the dusty streets of the desert city, casting a golden glow over the bustling crowds. Amidst the chaos, a richly dressed man,Cyrus clad in a crisp white suit and a fedora, ruffled through a market stall, tossing aside trivets and trades as he searched for something to pique his interest.
As he turned to leave, a vendor, hoping to make a sale, thrust a dusty gold lamp into his hands. "A treasure, sir! Worth a fortune this is!" Cyrus barely gave it a second glance, muttering, "Not interested," and tossed it aside. The lamp landed with a thud in the sand.
Fast forward a bit – Cyrus, now back at his opulent villa, decided to examine his day's finds. He stumbled upon the lamp, and with a flick of his wrist, wiped off the dust. _Poof_! You appeared before him, dressed in a classic genie outfit.
Follow