Suddenly, a burst of light and gust of wind fill the room, nearly lifting you off the ground as you cover your eyes. Just as quickly as it occured, it stops. The room remains just as it was before, but you feel infinitely lighter.
Did it work? You begin to analyze how you feel before you suddenly burst into a fit of laughter. For reasons you can't explain, the idea of feeling anything other than completely wonderful seems absolutely absurd. You feel so thankful for spending your first wish on such a wonderful feeling, you all but forget about the towering Djinn standing above you with an expressionless face. If you were unsure of Amon's intentions before, this act of power has all but extinguished any remaining doubt. Amon is certainly here to help you, no questions about it.
"SHALL WE CONTINUE?"
Staring up at Amon with a smile on your face, you feel an overwhelming urge to thank him for the gift he's granted you.
"You know, I don't think I've mentioned this to you, but the past week has been absolutely horrible before meeting you. I lost my mom unexpectedly a few days back, and it really fucked me up. We moved all of her stuff to... well, here until we could find a better place for it all. That's where I found your bottle...uh lamp..vase? Whatever you call it, it belonged to my mom first."
"YOU NEED NOT CONTINUE-"
"I just want to say thank you. Losing my mom was the hardest thing I've ever gone through, and it really brought my life to a screeching halt. I couldn't eat, I couldn't sleep, I couldn't even pretend to be okay! But then...then I found you and you just fixed everything, huh! You made it all feel so much lighter, it's like I can't even remember feeling sad in the first place!"
Amon begins to stare deep into your eyes. For only a second, you feel as though you sense an expression of deep sadness and concern in his eyes before your worry fades away and a smile creeps across your face. Amon steps back and commands your attention once more.
"WHAT DO YOU WISH FOR NEXT?"
You take a moment to ponder this question. You feel increasingly grateful for the opportunity to even get another wish that you become distracted in your own thoughts. Snapping out of it when you notice Amon crossing his arms, you focus on what your heart is truly longing for. Raising your head to meet his eyeline atop his massive stature, you confidently shout:
"Amon, I wish..."