A Word, A Story: An Oil Lamp; Part 5 (The Creature)

Fume

Oozed out.

Dust

Everywhere.

A boiling core

Burned

My hands.

An oil lamp

Hit the ground.

Hundred pieces

Flew around.

Eyes opened

A mystical creature

I found.

Three wishes

I was told,

Three wishes

To behold.

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