. The sound echoes through my head as I close the car door behind me. Walking down a grey pebble stone path I am lead through black wrought iron gates...opening into spacious parklands. Heading into the heart of the park, I take in my surroundings. The boundary fences barely visible hidden behind large gum trees. Brightly coloured flowers cover the soil beneath the over sized trees. Purple and orange hues of the petals a stunning contrast against the pale grey of the tree trunks. Looking up into. The night was quickly burning away but not yet sunrise. The name on the small screen read Julie. Underneath his English teacher’s name, it also read 5:45 am. Tim spent a few seconds debating whether or not he should answer the call from his forbidden former flame.It was something he had been working out in his mind for a couple of days. While sure it was a fantastic fantasy of any high schooler who lucked into being taught by a beautiful pedagogue, Tim never felt right and worried about toying. "1999". "Dear, dear, me, I've been locked in that bottle for hundreds of years, well on, and off come to think of it, ah yes it's all coming back now". "Who the, what the, fuck are you", said Mary. "I'm what you would call, er oh yes, a genie", said Gjinn. "Does that mean we get three wishes", asked Sue. "Well, that depends, on what you ask for", "can we think about it", said Sue. "By all means, time is standing still for everyone else at the moment", replied Gjinn. He decided to carry on. Fisherman left the remains of the fish they'd caught lying around the docks on the lake. No one cleaned up after themselves, ever. After decades and generations of living like this, their city became overwhelmed with garbage. They walked over garbage, climbed over piles of it, every time they went outside. They built houses upon it. Everywhere you looked, all you could see was garbage.A unique thing about the dwarves who lived there was that they had developed a way to create golems – tiny.