Oct 22, 2025
a flask of rough-wrought iron, heavy and thick, totally impractical to carry around. there is no fine filigree, no maker's stamp, nothing to identify it on the outside. on its front, there is a triple-layered glass window gleaming incandescent into the night. "what kind of flask is this? isn't this a lantern?" fool that you are. from behind darkened protective lenses, staring into the heart of the thing, you can see a white-hot ball glowing. in tiny, perfect letters, engraved on the ball's surface, is a single word:
WANT
