In a realm not too far from our own, nestled in the heart of the enchanted land of New York,

there lived
three humble men - Carlo, Christian, and Alfred. Their abode was the vibrant streets, their wealth was
their unyielding spirit, and their treasure was their unbreakable bond. On a frost-kissed winter's eve, as
they huddled together for warmth under the mystical glow of a street lamp, a peculiar object caught
their eye. It was an empty bottle, seemingly ordinary, but radiating an ethereal glow that stirred their
curiosity.

...

PULU-GENIE

In the heart of the bustling city, the three men, Carlo, Christian, and Alfred, found their home. The
streets of New York, with its towering skyscrapers and endless sea of people, were both their sanctuary
and their battlefield. Each day was a struggle, a fight for survival, as they navigated through the labyrinth
of alleyways, begging for the kindness of strangers. Their days were filled with uncertainty, not knowing
where their next meal would come from, or if they would have enough to keep them warm during the
frosty winter nights. Yet, they faced each day with courage and resilience, their spirits unbroken by the
harsh realities of their lives.

As the days turned into weeks, the harsh reality of their lives on the streets became more apparent.
Each day was a battle for survival, a test of their resilience. But amidst the struggle, they never lost sight
of their dreams.

One day, as they were walking down the street, they came across a group of young people, not much
older than themselves. They were laughing and talking about their dreams, their aspirations, the
luxuries they enjoyed. The stark contrast between their lives and the lives of these young people was a
painful reminder of the life they yearned for.

Carlo, Christian, and Alfred passed by the group, pretending not to hear their conversation, acting as if it
didn't affect them. But deep down, it stung. It was a harsh reminder of the life they were denied, a life
they could only dream of.

Carlo, the most vocal of the three, couldn't help but look back at the group one last time. With a
determined look in his eyes, he whispered into the wind, "Someday, we're gonna have that life you're all
talking about, and we're gonna live our lives to the fullest."
His words hung in the air, a silent promise to themselves. Unbeknownst to Carlo, Christian and Alfred
had heard him. They shared a look, a silent agreement. They too, held onto that dream, that hope for a
better future.

As they continued their journey through the indifferent streets of the Bronx, a place notorious for its
lack of concern for abandoned children, they found a quiet spot to rest. They sat down, their stomachs
growling with hunger, but they chose to ignore it. Instead, they began to talk about what life could have
been if they hadn't been neglected by their parents.

They spoke of dreams and hopes, of a life filled with love and warmth, a stark contrast to their current
reality. Their conversation was a bittersweet symphony of what-ifs and if-onlys. As they spoke, their
eyes grew heavy, and before they knew it, they had fallen asleep, their dreams providing a temporary
escape from their harsh reality.

When they woke up, the sun had already set, and the streets were bathed in the soft glow of the street
lamps. Realizing they had lost track of time, they quickly got up and decided to get back to work. They
began their nightly routine of begging for food and scouring through garbage bags, hoping to find
something to quell their hunger.

Their search led them to the seashore, the rhythmic sound of the waves providing a soothing backdrop
to their desperate search for food. Little did they know, their lives were about to take an unexpected
turn.

...

As they scoured the beach for something to eat, Alfred's eyes fell on an object partially buried in the
sand. It was a bottle, but not just any bottle. It had an unusual glow that piqued his interest. He called
over Christian and Carlo, eager to share what he found.

Christian picked up the bottle, examining it under the dim moonlight. "This is just an ordinary bottle that
those 'educated people' as they say, throw here. What a waste," he said dismissively. But Carlo wasn't
convinced. There was something about the bottle that intrigued him. It was unlike any bottle he had
ever seen.
Without a word, Carlo took the bottle from Christian and walked over to the water's edge. He dipped
the bottle in the sea, washing away the sand and dirt. As he wiped it clean, something extraordinary
happened.

The bottle began to glow, its light piercing the darkness of the night. A gust of wind blew, swirling
around them, and the bottle began to shimmer even more and more magically brightly. The three of
them watched in awe, their eyes wide with surprise. They had found many things in their search for
food, but nothing like this. This was something different, something magical.

"Three hearts pure and brave,

you have found what others crave.

A chance to change your fate,

but remember,

the choice you make will

resonate."

Carlo, Christian, and Alfred were still in shock, their minds struggling to comprehend what was
happening. Should they run? Should they hide? But where could they go? They were alone on the
seashore, with only the genie !

Carlo was the first to regain his composure. He looked around, ensuring they were indeed alone. He
then turned to the genie, his eyes filled with a mix of fear and curiosity. This was their chance, their
opportunity to change their lives. But what should they wish for?

....

Two hours had passed since they discovered the genie, and the reality of their situation was slowly
sinking in. They were still in shock, their minds racing with the possibilities. But amidst the excitement,
Christian broke the silence. He reminded Carlo and Alfred that they needed to eat, that it was almost
midnight.

Suddenly, like a light bulb switching on, Alfred knew what their first wish should be. "I know what to
wish for now! Food! We're going to have a decent dinner!" he exclaimed. The three of them giggled with
excitement, their hunger momentarily forgotten.
Carlo held the bottle and rubbed it three times, summoning the genie. "We want food! A decent meal
that we've never had before!" Alfred declared. Their eyes sparkled with anticipation as the genie began
to murmur something.

After a moment, the genie instructed them to go home. They thanked the genie and ran as fast as they
could, their hearts pounding with excitement. When they reached their makeshift home under the
bridge and pushed open their door made of cardboard and broken cans, they couldn't believe their eyes.

Their humble abode was filled with food! Tables laden with all sorts of delicious dishes, the likes of
which they had never seen before. Their eyes widened in disbelief, their stomachs growling in
anticipation. Their first wish had come true.

Their joy was palpable as they jumped and giggled, their hearts filled with happiness. This was a moment
they had only dreamed of, a moment they would remember for the rest of their lives. Carlo, always the
more thoughtful one, asked Alfred and Christian to sit down. He wanted to say a prayer, to express their
gratitude for the feast before them.

They bowed their heads as Carlo thanked the universe, the genie, and anyone else who might have had
a hand in granting their wish. His words were heartfelt, a sincere expression of their gratitude. And then,
it was time to eat.

They savored every bite, their taste buds delighting in the flavors they had never experienced before.
They laughed and talked, their spirits high, their bellies full. For the first time in a long time, they felt
content, their worries momentarily forgotten.

As they sat there, under the bridge that was their home, surrounded by the remnants of their feast, they
realized that they had been given a gift. A gift of hope, a gift of possibility. And they knew that they had
two more wishes left.

....

In a city pulsing with life, three young souls, Christian, Carlo, and Alfred, stumbled upon a marvel of the
ages - a genie in a bottle, a being of magic and power. This chance encounter spun their world around,
weaving enchantment into their once ordinary lives. The bottle, now a beacon of hope and wonder,
accompanied them on their daily tasks, turning each moment into a magical adventure.

Their hearts, once weighed down by the mundane, now danced with joy and anticipation. But as the
winter winds swept in, their joy was clouded by the biting cold. Their humble abode offered little
protection against the frosty nights and their thin clothes were no match for the icy winds.
One frosty night, as Christian watched his friends shiver in the cold, an idea sparked in his mind as bright
as a shooting star. He glanced at the magical bottle, a smile spreading across his face like the first rays of
dawn. He paced back and forth, a plan taking shape in his mind. He finally knew what their second wish
would be.

"I've figured out our second wish!" He declared, his voice echoing with excitement. Carlo and Alfred
turned to him, their eyes twinkling with anticipation. "We should wish for clothes, not just any clothes,
but magical ones that can keep us warm and comfortable every day."

His suggestion was met with radiant smiles and nods of agreement. Carlo, with a sense of reverence,
picked up the bottle. He rubbed it thrice, and the genie materialized, his form shimmering with
otherworldly light. With a wave of his hand and an incantation, their second wish was granted.

Their humble dwelling was instantly filled with an array of clothes - coats infused with the warmth of a
thousand suns, boots as sturdy as the earth itself, pants woven from the fabric of comfort, and shirts as
soft as the morning dew. They stood in awe, their eyes wide with disbelief and gratitude. Their second
wish had come true, and they were now shielded from the harsh winter. Their magical journey was far
from over, and they looked forward to the wonders that awaited them.