Two years ago...
Their apartment wasn't luxurious. Nor was it falling apart. Just a small, slightly old place in a tired building that looked a lot like the people who lived in it, tucked away in an isolated neighborhood on the edge of the city.
The father worked whenever he could find work. The mother made do with the days however she could. They lived one day at a time... but they never once stinted on their children. Especially the father.
Despite his strictness, despite the occasional harshness... he had a real weakness for devices. Anything with a screen or buttons drew him in like a magnet. He didn't use them much himself. He just loved watching his son mess around with them.
On Gawder's fifteenth birthday... he gave him a gift he never saw coming.
A Camtasia device. 1GB of RAM. A faded green chassis. And on the back of the hand, the letter "C" logo.
It looked almost like an open glove— you could see the hand right through it, but the top part was covered, stamped with that emblem.
While everyone else was using Ae CS5 / CS6 or Sony Vegas... this thing looked modest. Weak, even.
But to him... it was treasure.
"Wanna do it again, Gwen?" Gawder asked, eyes sparkling.
Gwen—his little brother, five years younger— pale skin, skinny frame— nodded furiously. "Yes! Yes!"
From inside, their mother's voice drifted out: "Be careful... and don't get carried away!"
"Got it! Got it!"
They climbed up to the roof. The weather was mild. Not completely clear, not terrible. The sun hid behind clouds.
The device was wirelessly linked to a small box strapped around the waist— the one that held the memory, the music, and the necessary plugins.
"Conditions are perfect, right?" Gawder said.
Gwen couldn't wait any longer.
Gawder extended his hand forward... and released the field.
The field wasn't visible to the naked eye. It was a space that formed around the user. It changed according to: the user's will, the device, and—most importantly—their emotions. That was its true limit.
It was a small field... just for the two of them.
Then he hit play: 🎧 Avicii – The Nights
Gawder didn't know anything about Sync. Nothing about editing. Nothing about fields. He was just a player.
But... that was enough.
[00:13] The melody bloomed. The logo lit up. The field opened wide. A field is measured by the heart and will of its user.
He felt his body lighten. His heart pounded hard. His feet no longer touched the ground.
He lifted his brother with him, as though they shared control. They could both feel that ticklish flutter in their stomachs.
Even though they'd done this countless times, it still gave them that same beautiful feeling every single time.
And then...
They flew.
They pierced the clouds. The blue sky opened above them. They could see an airplane far in the distance.
Through one of its windows— "Mom! Mom, look...!"
The sun brushed their faces. The wind wrapped around them.
Gwen laughed like a little kid, eyes glittering. As though every worry in the world had vanished.
Even though people say kids don't have worries. They weren't little kids anymore. Gawder was sixteen, Gwen twelve.
People are people—small or grown—they hurt, they grieve, they bleed.
Gawder smiled. And his greatest happiness... was his brother's happiness.
"Let's go!"
"But Mom said not to get carried away!"
"Coward, as usual."
Gwen laughed despite the fear, and they rose higher among the buildings. Among the people. Among the laughter.
They peeked into a few windows, darting away the moment they were spotted.
They were just playing.
In that city... players were few. Editors were rare. Extremely rare.
Gawder had never seen an editor in his life.
They were simply... soaring. As though they were spreading joy to anyone who caught sight of them.
[01:29] "Watch out!"
A construction worker was painting a wall. Gawder didn't see him—he was too busy looking down at everything below.
The next instant, the moment the worker looked up— they crashed right into him.
Buckets and tools tumbled slowly. And suddenly...
The man was flying with them.
"You little brats!" he yelled, terrified.
He wanted to scold them, and at the same time wasn't even sure what was happening.
The brothers burst out laughing.
They lowered their altitude, and gently set him back down safely.
"Sorry!"
They left behind a man cursing them to the sky.
The two brothers flew off again, riding the spring breeze, under the shining sun...
It was a heart-warming sight. No—it gave you freedom.
"Oh no... the song's almost over!" Gawder said.
They had to head back.
Outside the field... they were just ordinary humans.
The melody alone let you break your limits.
That day... was just another ordinary flight. One they'd been doing ever since they got the device.