You’re not crazy

Do what you think, and act on it. 

That was Apollo. 

No one noticed when a white cloud drifted away from the Tower of Truth. 

When Apollo didn't want to be noticed, no one could notice him. 

The white cloud floated aimlessly until it stopped at the edge of a city. There, it transformed into the figure of a middle-aged man. 

Apollo continued forward. 

"Mom, look! That man is flying!" 

Apollo heard the child's voice and glanced around. 

Everyone else was walking, but he was floating mid-air, gliding forward like a ghost. 

Apollo thought this was faster. 

In the past, he would stand on a white cloud, and sometimes even on a turtle. 

Not long after the child spoke, Apollo's feet touched the ground. He took a step forward. 

He could walk, after all. 

After a few steps, another child tilted his head and asked, "Doesn't it hurt to walk barefoot?"