The wishes that finally came after their persistence to chase with perseverance across the cosmos to finally be granted, finally found success in a windfall. Wishes came wishing for those who have been dead for thousands of years; to die. Wishes came for people to not die, yet came so many years too late. Many wished for possessions, that they can no cling to in their eternal slumber. Few wished for all those alive at the time to find peace, and yet they already have in their rest. Some oh so lucky few wished to be famous for incredulously long lengths of time, and now their skeletons are propped up in museums, names mentioned in textbooks. Although many wishes were made in vain, it wasnt long before some soul to make an odd wish. Impossible to tell if this individual was a hero saving us from the impulsive whims of humanity, or a petty soul with hatred in his heart. Yet this soul wished for no more wishes upon stars to be granted. Wishes are nice, but now ultimately change cant be manifested any longer without action. Wishes now only live within the human spirit. If it is a wish that is just, then go out there and manifest someone's wish. Provide some magic in this world for someone pure, even if you have never known them, or even if it is for yourself. Now it is ultimately up to us to grant wishes with agency and conscience. It seemed the only wish that came true, was for humanity to be able to grant their own wishes.