Dreaming of the Tang Dynasty

"Screeech!" Tires shrieked as they scraped violently against the ground. I'd just finished a perfect, supersized 996 workday and was walking wearily across the crosswalk with my head down. Then I achieved my childhood dream. I finally took flight. My somewhat panicked eyes darted along my flight path. No way... It took me all this effort to get airborne, and there's an obstacle ahead? Screw you. I don't know whether it was instinct or sheer dislike, but I thrust my already outstretched hands forward and shoved the dark shape blocking my way as hard as I could.