Once upon a time, there was a land where only 500 elite people lived in a straw. The name of this land was “Dreamer Land”. In this land, all of those elite people had superpowers. When I said superpower, everyone thought they were flying, shooting lasers out of their eyes, or being Invisible or something, but no, they weren’t perfect superpowers, they were all absurd and funny superpowers, for example, one person has the power to sweat, someone has the power to dress nicely, but mine makes a little more sense than them.
My strength is honesty; I can never lie. This power has both good and bad sides for me. One of the good sides is humans; they really trust me because they know that I can’t lie. The second good feature is that I feel good because I tell the truth; this may sound a little silly. It’s true, I feel good, but the bad parts are really deplorable. Sometimes I’m really outspoken, and it makes me break people’s hearts very easily, but this is not my fault. I was born this way. Sometimes people act like it’s my fault, and it makes me sad. It’s the setbacks in my superpower.