The Boy Who Dreamt of Lightning. AI-Generated.
Ethan’s sneakers scuffed against the cracked sidewalk as he hurried home, the taunts of his classmates still ringing in his ears. Freak. Weakling. Nobody. Their laughter was a storm he couldn’t outrun. At 13, he’d learned to shrink into silence, his shoulders perpetually hunched as if carrying the weight of every cruel word. But in his dreams, he was colossal.
