"I accept."
Amon's enormous eyebrow lowers as a smile creeps across his face.
"LET US BEGIN."
Your mind races as you search your heart for any idea of what you could possibly wish for. You find yourself hesitating to speak too quickly, paralyzed with the anxiety of what could go wrong. You've heard plenty of stories of trickster Djinns twisting people's words and granting terrible fates. You're unsure if Amon would do this but don't want to waste your wishes trying to test him. You think about your own life; what you've never had, what you've wished you had, what you've never dreamed of having...
"WHAT WILL YOUR FIRST WISH BE?"
You continue thinking of your deepest desires. Finally, you take a breath and finally allow yourself to speak.
"For my first wish, I wish for..."