Time seemed to flow like oozing muddy puddles of rain dripping away bit by bit for the misfortuned Genie. After granting her last wish for Mr. Harrison, her perceptions were dulled and often blurred with every passing seconds. Upon some moments she felt that only short intervals of time had gone by since she saw her last master, and given others it felt like years or decades even. She'd lost track of all sense of things and could put no number of distinct way of knowing how much time had transpired.
Suddenly there was a shift in the flow of endless puddles, an abrupt change in the raindrops of momentum passing ever by, weighing heavier and heavier on her fleeting conscious. By now Genie felt aged, aged and tired within her container, although she couldn't age or tell time. The weight was not lifted, by rather gradually melted upon and around her as Genie saw a distinct light towards the funneling entrance.
"Is, it time? Am I being called upon?" She asked no one in particular within a long-muted inner monologue. The silence cut through, the voiden chasm ravaged for her sense of wonder, wonder or threat, a reaping of endless thought and sensation as the light eclipsed the dark above.
A voip stigma of variance, utterly contrived and unknowable from her ever stooping vantage. The dark and ruthless thickness of the dark started to lift, and little by little Genie saw through the fog as she became it, seeing ahead into the light as she moved towards it. Her form ebbed and flowed as she dissolved into a gaseous state once more, and was slowly lifted once more into a world of lights and sounds, sights and forms as well as shapes she could make out again.
Vague shapes. Squares and blobs, webs and fanciful globes. The latter half of the space she now occupied was covered by a low-hanging roof, and near the glass squares the long-forgotten image of day, the great outdoors was visible from afar. Still collecting her senses and vague sense of self, Genie analyzed her situation and took in the shapes until they made sense with her own, that she was a Genie and this room her new location. She had been set forth upon the world once again, and in front of her, the peach, fleshy roundish collection shapes, beaming towards her with a pearly white crescent reflecting a certain sense of familiarity long since forgotten to Genie. Company, was it's name Genie believed, the sense brought on. And this person standing below herself was one attributed to it.
"Who are you?" A young voice beckoned from the pearly crescents.
The ghostly entity rubbed her head nervously, it's scantily clad attire dangling skimpily across her sexual body. Her poise was one of confusion, despite her delayed elation of being set free, this wasn't the sort of place she expected to end up, this human not the one she was supposed to be lent too. Than again, she had a hard time remembering who that was supposed to be anyway owing to her mental fog, obscuring memory from present reality like a cascading mist. At the least, she was cognizant enough to remember her own 'name' and purpose at the time.
"Genie. I'm Genie, here to grant your wishes Madam..." She stopped short, floating around the room not even waiting for her new 'Master' to reply.
Genie examined her surroundings, which appeared to be in some sort of attic. Dust and cobwebs layered over everything, from clocks and furniture, to dated books and magazines. As genie blew away the dust on a flimsy issue, the date read 'May 2018', 4 years after Genie was last sealed back in the lamp. The magazine seemed dusted and aged with it's rough journey through time, indicating despite it's date even it's publication was likely many years ago.
"I'm Lily! It's nice to meet you Genie!" The strange small human shouted out.
Soft energized hands wiggled forward and willingly wrung themselves around Genie, giving her a soft comfortable squeeze before momentarily dispersing her into colored dust and gas again, reforming Genie slightly farther away and bringing about light-hearted giggles. Genie blushed, not used to this kind of affection, or really any company in so long. Her mind was still a misty rain forest of uncertainty, but someone like this was here nearby upon her return, maybe this wouldn't be so bad Genie figured.
