Clock rings as it does every morning. And Mosu turns it off without  any toughts as he do everyday. Only for a moment after waking up he can feel that true moment of peace free from constant thoughts.

Summer break after graduating high school was so relaxing for him after all the stress from school were no more.

After waking up he just sits on the bed for a solid 10 minutes, without thinking anything. Just relaxing, from the long dreams he gets every night.

Mosu felt energetic for some reason and instead of staying in home he decided to do morning jog.

Down the stairs, puts on the shoes, puts on the earphones, wears the hood, opens the door, covers his eyes from the sun with his hands then sees people flying, children throwing water droplets to each other. Without a thought Mosu starts to jog. On the right people race in the sky flying, but they all have different force and particles coming out of them. On the left one man lifts up a whole car without touching it. For Mosu they are all normal. But not so normal for everyone if it was 8 years ago. It all started when an unknown purple cloud appeared on one night everywhere around the globe. Then strange phenomenons started to occur. Such as flames bursting out from people, people suddenly launch into the sky. Apparently since that night humanity got super power that comes from their imaginations.

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But imaginations must be perfect in order to maintain them in the real world and have them physically effect the surroundings. Basically if people wanted fly, they must have the imagination how it feels like to be flying. And how you imagine it determines how you fly too. Flying with low speed and safe won't require complex imaginations for it. And if you wanted to fly fast you will need to imagine or have experienced the air resistance and gravity much more detailed. And everyone flies different, some just floats, some jumps in the air, some leaps in short distances, some launches themselves.

But for Mosu, because he dreams a lot he is too exhausted for imagination. And continues to live in the old world.

Without a single care around his surroundings he continues to jog while listening to music with earphones in the loud morning. Suddenly someone strange pats his shoulder and says something, as he takes the headphones words start to clear bit by bit. 

The stranger:

Brr...--ow things have been going on?

He sounds familiar, but Mosu doesn't remember him.

The stranger:

Uhh, really you don't remember me? I have changed just a bit and you don't remember me already?

Mosu finally realized him, it was his middle school friend Chandler. But still doubtfully asks:

Wait, are you Chandler?

Stranger replies with small smile:

 Yes, it's been a long time hasn't it?

Mosu:

 Yeah, very long. You changed a lot, how thi-

Chandler, accidentally interrupts Mosu since there's a lot of voice outside

Chandler:

Follow me let's hangout a bit.

Chandler then floats to the sky while waiting for Mosu to follow.

But Mosu only looks up to Chandler.