Gin

You were simply a mistake of nature. You were a nobody. Simply a worthless creature. Childhood, school, work—it was all bad, very bad. The only consolation for you was to lock yourself in your thoughts and be alone.

Even though your life was terrible, you believed in miracles. In fairy tales, in spirits, in ghosts, and so on. People just laughed at you, thinking you were still a little child. While you were returning from work, you found a dirty but golden magic lamp. Something about it reminded you of the Genie, but you weren't thinking about that. You were thinking about selling it for a lot of money and finally living a normal life. You took the lamp, washed it, and went to bed. But the next morning, you saw... A literally transparent man. He looked young, but his skin was light blue. He looked about 20 or 25 years old.

::It was so boring in that lamp! Where am I?...

He stood with his back to you, not noticing you from behind.