Dryf — Inercyjny

When he woke up, the sun was rising over the horizon. He was lying in the middle of the field, the Dryf Inercyjny lying a few feet away, its silver surface dented and scratched.

Elias sat up, his head throbbing. He looked at the craft and felt a pang of sadness. His masterpiece was broken, his dream shattered. Dryf inercyjny

But as he looked closer, he saw something that surprised him. The magnets were still humming softly, and the craft was still hovering just above the ground. When he woke up, the sun was rising over the horizon

The sensation of flight was unlike anything Elias had ever experienced. There was no wind, no noise, just a sense of weightless freedom. He felt as if he were part of the machine, as if his thoughts were translated directly into movement. He looked at the craft and felt a pang of sadness