That afternoon, I truly believed I had awakened a superpower.

That summer I had bought a set of deep sapphire-blue silk bedding. The color was like the deep ocean shimmering softly under the light. Spread across the bed, it felt smooth and luxurious, the kind of fabric you could happily roll around in. Warm in winter, cool in summer. Elegant, soothing almost like therapy for the soul.

One sunny afternoon, I was sitting by the bed practicing what I proudly called my “finger energy training.” At the time I believed I had begun to see “energy colors and lines,” and I was full of hope that I was on the verge of some breakthrough.

So I excitedly brought out a crystal ball, although in reality it was probably just a slightly flawed glass sphere and prepared for what felt like a cosmic energy tuning session.

I moved my fingers slowly in the air, focusing intensely. Sunlight passed through the glass sphere, refracting inside it. I stared at the shifting light patterns, convinced I could see subtle changes in the energy field around the ball.

And then, suddenly, a thin wisp of bluish smoke appeared on the surface of the sphere.

I froze with excitement. My mind exploded with triumph. “It’s happening! Finally! All these years of observing energy have paid off! This is manifestation!”

For a brief moment, I felt as if I were standing at the threshold of a new era.

Then, one second later, my nose caught a strange smell. A very earthly smell. Something burning. I looked down— my beautiful silk blanket had a hole burned straight through it. A perfectly round, perfectly black hole. A flawless example of optical focusing.

It wasn’t a superpower. It was the magnifying-glass effect. In that moment, the universe did not open a door. Newton did!

From that day on, every round transparent object in my house was immediately covered. Crystal balls? Sealed. Glass ornaments? Sealed. Anything that might focus sunlight? Completely sealed.

I didn’t lose my faith. I simply learned risk management.

That tiny burned hole is still there today. Every time I see it, I remember that afternoon when I almost believed I had become someone with supernatural powers.

But I don’t feel embarrassed about it.

Because the excitement was real. The hope of a breakthrough was real. The curiosity toward the unknown was real.

It’s just that, in the end, physics arrived faster.

Looking back now, that glass sphere didn’t give me special abilities. Instead, it gave me a better gift: the ability to turn gracefully between imagination and reality with a smile.

And that sapphire-blue silk blanket, once burned, became more than just fabric. It became a small piece of history.

A tiny misunderstanding between me and the universe.



—— XC Scribbles · 壹佰伍拾玖 CLIX 🔥