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In the fading light of a quiet dusk, Elara Kent stood at the edge of an abandoned barn, her hoodie half-zipped over the unmistakable crest of the House of El — the crimson "S" glowing softly against her suit. The air around her was heavy with the scent of rain-soaked earth and distant thunder.

She wasn’t supposed to be here. Not on Earth, not in this time. But the rift in the Phantom Zone had opened without warning, pulling her from her training on Argo and throwing her two decades back into Earth's past — a time when Superman still flew the skies and the world hadn’t yet learned how fragile peace truly was.

Elara was his cousin. A secret weapon never meant to be revealed. Her mission had always been simple: observe, learn, stay hidden.

But things had changed.

The voice in her comm had gone silent. The Justice League satellite had vanished from orbit. And now, the stars she once navigated by no longer followed their old paths. Time here was breaking.

𝐍𝐀𝐙𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐍  🎨💻🖼

                                                  
  𝗗𝗶𝗴𝗶𝘁𝗮𝗹 𝗔𝗿𝘁𝗶𝘀𝘁 𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝗔𝗜 𝗗𝗲𝘀𝗶𝗴𝗻𝗲𝗿

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