Woe to me if I am found in my secret niche in the underworld! If my oil is poured out, I will be inhabited by a genie who will be forced to grant every worldly whim of the one who possesses the lamp!
Needless to say, the evil magicians are looking for me. They have written about me in their magic books. I suspect my whereabouts are known, and it is only a matter of time before they find me and drain me of my precious fuel.
Where is my hope?
Pray that I am found by someone who intends no harm. Pray that my oil is preserved and valued. The world could use more light, and I have perhaps sat too long in the dark.