Above It All (Patreon)

Everything looks different now. The city I used to walk through every day, the streets I once blended into, now feel small beneath me. Ever since I became this powerful, towering over everyone with my enormous muscles, the world has shifted. It’s like I’m seeing it from a whole new perspective—above it all.

When I walk through the city now, I feel untouchable. People scatter as I pass, their eyes wide as they take in my size, my strength. I don’t even have to say a word—just the sheer sight of me commands attention. Buildings that once seemed imposing now feel insignificant. Crowds that used to make me feel lost in the shuffle part like waves, giving me space because they know they can’t compete.

I catch glimpses of myself in the reflections of shop windows, my massive form filling the frame, and I realize just how much I’ve changed. My legs, thick and muscular, stride with such confidence. My arms, bulging with power, look like they could crush anything in their path. I can feel the city pulsing beneath my feet, but I move through it like it’s mine to control.

And it is, really. No one dares challenge me anymore. They stare in awe, some in fear, others in admiration, but all of them know that I’m different now. I don’t belong to the same world they do. I’ve outgrown it, literally and figuratively. The buildings, the people—they all feel so small, so weak compared to what I’ve become.

I walk through the city like a giant among mortals, knowing that I have the power to bend the world to my will if I wanted to. And the truth is, I kind of like it that way. Everything looks different when you know you’re the strongest, the most powerful being around.