Prompt: "Wish"
The withered devastation was numbing.
"What…?" Words failed Sarah.
Jareth's voice sliced through her. "With your will as strong as mine, what did you imagine the effect of your incessant wishing would be, pray tell?"
"I…I thought…," she whispered, "the more wishes I made, the more magnificent it would become-"
"Enough," he spat. "This realm is no Fantastica, and you are no Bastian Balthazar Bux."
She swallowed. "Can it be saved?"
His eyes closed briefly, his voice low. "I do not know. Are you willing to try?"
"Yes, of course."
He extended his hand. "Then let's be on our way."