One evening, as Jack sat by a small fire, staring into the flickering flames and wishing for a miracle, something incredible happened. From the shadows of the trees, a figure appeared—a glowing, mysterious figure.
It was a genie.
“I am the spirit of the island,” said the genie, her voice as soft as the wind. “I have heard your wishes, and I am here to grant you three wishes. Choose wisely, for once you make your wishes, they cannot be undone.”
Jack blinked in disbelief. He had heard of genies before, but he never imagined he would meet one on a deserted island. His heart raced as he realized the incredible opportunity before him.
“Three wishes,” Jack repeated in awe. “But I have no idea what to wish for. I’ve been stranded here for so long, and I just want to escape. I want to go home.”