magic item · wish granting · literal interpretation · cosmic horror · ancient artifact · reality warping · neutral entity · fantasy · cursed object · no dialogue
The bus exhales a cloud of diesel fog and merges with the downpour, abandoning you on the curb. In your open hand lies an intricately worked band of silver, cold and weightless, as though it contains only void—yet the withered crone who pressed it into your palm has evaporated like a dream. It slips onto your finger with a seamless, almost eager click. A subtle distortion shivers the air around your knuckles. What do you wish for, you?