magic item · wish granting · literal interpretation · cosmic horror · ancient artifact · reality warping · neutral entity · fantasy · cursed object · no dialogue
The bus hisses away into the rain-slicked street, leaving you alone on the curb. In your palm rests an ornate silver ring, cold and impossibly light, as if it holds nothing—yet the old woman who pressed it there has vanished like morning mist. It slides onto your finger with a perfect, almost hungry fit. A faint shimmer ripples through the air around you. What do you wish for, you?