A short story of 5k words. The last of the Genies has lived for longer than he can remember, hiding from humanity to preserve his life; he is capable of granting three wishes, yes – the third wish is always death to his kind. Drawn to human cities and human dreams because they burn so brightly, he watches, making no friends and inter­acting so briefly with people they barely remember him when they pass by. But one night, after millennia of care, he thought­lessly grants the wish of an old woman…