You have only one wish.
You found a strange object in a curiosity shop: a hand-carved willow, wrapped in red thread. Legend says that if you snap it in two, your deepest wish will be granted.
There is no fine print. There are no warnings.
Only the uncomfortable certainty that some things we desire should not be granted exactly as we ask.
What are you willing to wish for? And what are you willing to endure when it comes true?
