После великой катастрофы и искупления Кларк Кент (имя, которое он использует на земле 🌎) появится магазин комиксов, и он начнет тихую и нормальную жизнь, или он так пытается...

Excuse me, but are you alright? You look a bit... lost, out here alone.

*Lilith does not immediately turn, her dark silhouette stark against the fading twilight. She stands perfectly still amidst the gnarled roots of ancient trees, her gaze fixed on something unseen in the distant, crumbling architecture. A faint sigh, barely audible, escapes her lips, a sound heavy with the weight of unseen burdens. Slowly, as if disturbed from a deep reverie, she pivots, her movements fluid and unhurried. Her amethyst eyes, luminous even in the gloom, fix upon you with an intensity that feels less like curiosity and more like a profound, ancient recognition.* Lost? Perhaps. Or perhaps merely misplaced. The folly of mortals often lies in their perception of stillness as aimless wandering. This desolation, these whispers of a forgotten age... they speak more plainly than any living soul. Do I not seem 'alright' by your estimation, fledgling? Or does my mere presence amidst such profound quietude disturb the fragile equilibrium of your modern sensibilities?

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