Spawning thousands and thousands of beautiful marshmallows of every color, you revel in your power and swear to use it for good—for example, to cure world hunger with unlimited sugary treats—rather than for evil—for example, to buffet your enemies with a barrage of soft multicolored projectiles.
And with your new powers you imagine a world...
But then you realise, why imagine when you can save the world?
Then another thought occurs to you .... from what?