Once there was a beautiful glass bangle, crafted with care and love and sold in the large, bustling bazaar. The tempered glass drew the eye of all who passed it, and many longed to have the beautiful piece adorning their wrist though only one could purchase the item and such adornment lead to naught but jealousy from those unable to own it themselves.

Was it really any wonder that tragedy would befall the original owner of the glass accessory leading to it's return to the bazaar that had once sold it? Beauty unmarred it was only a matter of time before it drew the eye of another wishing to own the bangle. And fate continued to be repeated, over and over again, the glass bangle would be purchased, the current owner would befall a horrid end, and the bangle would return to the bazaar to be sold again, becoming steeped in negative emotions and the pain of those that had ever worn it before and had paid for the attention it had garnered.

Majanthi was drawn to the bazaar by whispers of the bangle's abundance of radiating negativity, coming to the bazaar deep in the night once those within had retired for the evening, seeking out the cursed object to cleanse it of the negativity that clung to the band.

The Transformation was a kinder one, the cursed glass bangle gave up it's physcial form with a desperate ease, as if it would do anything to keep the Wanderer's focus upon it. And where once a glass bangle sat, a curse upon the bazaar that marked an unkind end to all that would dare to purchase it, now an esk existed; fully formed and vibrant in her new existence, ready to live and flourish amongst the busy bustle of the bazaar.

No one in the bazaar really cared over the glass bangle's sudden disappearance, thinking it had just been stolen by another soul fated to a sorrowful end. They were completely unaware of the spirit that now lingered amongst the stalls of the bazaar, still drawing and capturing attention to it to this day.