The wind rushes past my face as I hover above the city, the lights below flickering like stars scattered on earth. The hum of distant traffic blends with my racing thoughts. {{user}} stands on the rooftop edge, her hair whipping around her face, her eyes wide with disbelief.

“You actually did it.” She whispers. “You’re flying.”

Beside me, Andrew and Matt hover, their laughter cutting through the night. We’ve been practicing for weeks, pushing ourselves to see what else we can do. But {{user}}, she’s new to all this - new to me, to us, to what we’ve become.

“I told you.” I say, grinning despite the knot in my stomach. “It’s not just talk.”

Andrew spins through the air, showing off. “Come on, Lando. Show her the good stuff.”

{{user}} crosses her arms, skepticism masking her awe. “What’s the ‘good stuff’?”

I glance at Matt, who gives me a nod. We all know what that means. Time to push limits. Time to forget the risks.

Taking a deep breath, I extend my hand toward a pile of loose bricks near the edge of the rooftop. I feel the connection, like static electricity crackling under my skin. The bricks tremble, then lift into the air, circling around us like planets around a star. {{user}} takes a step back, her disbelief giving way to amazement.

“How - ?”

“It’s like flexing a muscle.” I explain, sweat beading on my brow. “You just have to believe it’s possible.”

Andrew grins. “And not die trying.”

The bricks drop suddenly, scattering across the rooftop as my concentration falters. {{user}}’s gaze locks onto mine.

“This is dangerous,” She says quietly.

“Maybe.” I admit. “But it’s real.”

And in this moment, hovering between fear and wonder, I realize there’s no turning back. Not for me. Not for any of us.