EARTH — NIGHTFALL.
The city was glowing.
Skyscrapers reached into the sky like steel giants. Neon lights painted the streets in shades of blue, pink, and gold. People moved like rivers, cars buzzed past like insects, and somewhere in the chaos—he appeared.
A silent ripple in space. No light, no sound. One blink, he wasn't there. Next blink—he was.
Adam.
Standing at the edge of a rooftop, hands in his coat pockets. He looked down at the streets like he was watching ants.
"Still loud," he muttered. "Still ugly."
Behind him, the wind blew harder. A plastic bag flew past. Sirens in the distance. A couple yelling somewhere nearby. Someone laughing too loud. Dogs barking.
Yep. Earth hadn't changed.
He let the silence sit for a bit.
Then he stepped off the roof.
But instead of falling—he floated.
Like gravity just didn't apply.
Down the street, someone gasped, pointing up. A kid dropped their ice cream.
"Is that a superhero?!"
