7/12/2023 0 Comments Blazed utopia![]() Places she would never see again, people she could never speak to again. Her apartment, Lena’s condo, Catco, her childhood bedroom on Argo, her home in Midvale. So over time (time?), each cave chamber became a place. But eventually, he had gotten past it.Īs Kara had settled into the reality that she wasn’t escaping, he had finally convinced her to implement the same steps to retain her sanity - to the extent that was possible. Surely, Zor-El thought, this person with the house crest on her chest was a hallucination. And if Kara was alive… it would be unlikely that winding up on Earth would send her here. After all, everyone on Krypton was probably dead. It had resulted in surprise when Kara had shown up. His bedroom, his favorite library in Argo, his parents’ home in Kandor. His method of keeping sanity had been simple - to assign cave chambers to places he once knew, and imagine he was there. Zor-El had spent decades (decades?) here, unknowingly. Time passed differently in the phantom zone. She had wanted to try the guard transport from Fort Rozz, but Zor-El had tried that route ages ago - and had only found shattered glass. The first few days (days?) in the phantom zone had been rough for Kara - she simply could not accept that she was trapped, but the phantoms made it difficult to think straight in the desolate wasteland. “Where were you?” Zor-El asked, in awkward English. “ Zhgamem,” she eventually whispered, her finger tracing over the loops of her latest word. Something, anything, to feel connected to Kara. ![]() She would never know what it was like to be on Krypton, but she could learn their language. Lena tapped at the symbol, enabling translation mode to come online, and began to tiredly pour over the pages. To go from the harmonic patterns of Kryptonese, to the stilted and clipped English. What it was like to go from a warm red sun to a world of bright, stark yellow. For the millionth time, she wondered what Kara considered normal. Her mind wandered, slowly, sluggishly, over the life Kara must’ve had on Krypton. Lena tapped at the interface, her eyes landing on the small symbol of a box and rings in the corner, denoting the Kryptonese K. And maybe it was all hopeless bullshit anyway - a general physics education, even a Kryptonian one, probably wasn’t enough to pull Kara back from the phantom zone. Lena pushed through, poring over Krypton’s general notes on quantum physics well beyond the understanding of Earth’s, to the point where even Lena was having trouble putting together the pieces. Infinite pocket dimensions - how were they going to find her? As Brainy said, the collapse of the multiverse into a single Earth Prime seems to have caused the phantom zone to splinter. ![]() The general database’s information was scant at best.Īnd that was before the Crisis. The knowledge of the phantom zone was largely considered privileged, accessible only to the upper echelons of the Military Guild and the Science Guild. She pored over printouts of every resource the Fortress had on the phantom zone. It had been almost three hours since Alex had tried to get Lena to go to bed, but Lena hadn’t budged. Lena rubbed her eyes, glancing over at the clock on the wall of the Tower.
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