This seems to keep on happening to you Xino, I’m sorry.
Ahem, The Nightwatcher looks down at the puny mortal asking to manipulate the rules of time...again. What was it with them and changing time? Didn’t they know it would always lead to misery? Still, it was within her powers so... “Granted” she whispers. A cloud of mist fades to leave a massive machine, covered in gears and pipes, and glowing with a malignant light. “This will speed up and slow time at will” and it will will fulfill the spirit of your request rather than the word.” She pauses. “And finally, your hand will be stuck to it for the rest of your life, and death, and else. As long as this machine exists you will be stuck to it. You become an observer of time rather than an adventurer or traveler.” The mists thicken and pull you into a small clearing filled with others who had suffered similar banes, for even the Nightwatcher is not so cruel to deprive you of all conversation forever.
I wish for a gallon of hot chocolate.
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Oops sorry salad.
Granted you now have sentient fruit, and they are all infatuated with you. And there is always more fruit watching you and following you everywhere. And good luck eating any fruit again...