Meet Kasanaan

“Hello there!”

A cheerful voice resounded in contrast to the black atmosphere that hailed upon your surroundings. You were naked, but there was this certain darkness that covered your skin. You were floating, too, but unlike what you’ve seen from the other anitos, you didn’t see even a glimmer of the farthest stars but flowing red lines—a web of wet red strings that danced like paint as it circled into the void and back.

“I wish I could serve you tea or at least a meal, but oh well…”

The cheery voice rang once more, revealing a big black beating heart dotted with eyes that blinked like a wave of grass bowing with the wind before staring into you. You heard nothing but felt the tremors, the voices of other people caressing your skin, curses that made the hair at the back of your head shiver as it flowed into the monstrosity beyond.

“So, welcome to my domain… I never really had a choice to remodel it, but I tried to die down the voices so that you could never hear it…” He stretched his words like a salesman. “So, again, welcome.”

He laughed awkwardly. You imagine him waving his arms as though to point you at the rather invisible sections of his house. He stopped, blinked again, and faced you with a nervous chuckle.

“Oh right, as far as you know,” his tongue clicked, his voice sinking in deep thought before taking a sharp breath through his unseen teeth. “I promised I won’t do that anymore since I am my own person, so yeah… I am the God of Wishes. That does mean that I am not a genie that could snap my fingers…” You heard a snapping sound. “See,” he laughed. “nothing happens. I don’t even have hands.”

“BUT,” he raised his voice, a bit excited. “I am here to make you grant it. I will give you a way to grant your wishes and bear the wishes of others. Wishes in life exist, evil or pure, even in the state of death and undeath, and that’s why I am here. I give people the courage to stretch their arms and…” He chuckled at his own joke. “To stretch their own hands over the horizon and make it happen—no matter the cost. It won’t always be pretty, but when that time comes… I hope you remember why you made that wish in the first place. Won’t you, buddy?”