Personally, I have no plausible explanation as to why I would sit down one day and write in such detail a story about a reality 560 years into the future. A story that is not only physically impossible to visit from this reality, but up until the moment I would sit down to write, it wasn't part of my imagination either. Everything you will read in here about a near-Utopian world, the thousand-storey skyscrapers, computer run governments, moving commuter lanes, the advanced technology, bio microchips, the dining holographic booths, the space holiday on the Moon, Mars and other planets, underwater and floating cities, giant protection shields sheltering entire cities not only from the bad weather, the different kinds of interplanetary species, and so on, ran before my eyes as if they were my childhood memories. When I finished writing, and as I read back the content, I came to doubt that maybe another version of me in a parallel reality had experienced this story and, all I was getting, was interfering residues between our parallel realities.
I hope, even for a little while, this story will teleport the mind into a feel-good place despite the fact this is only a product of imagination.