The Rewrite
Location: Inside The Rewrite — Realm of Deleted Realities
Stepping into The Rewrite was not like traversing dimensions—it was more like falling through a mirror that had never been built. Superman and Sentry stood on an invisible thread that weaved across broken laws and fractured possibilities. Planets hung mid-destruction, timelines looped endlessly, and across every horizon was regret.
A cold voice echoed through the void:
> "Welcome, intruders… to what remains unchosen."
A being materialized from flickering concepts: The Librarian, an exile of the Architects. It wore a cloak of vanishing ideas, its eyes filled with half-forgotten timelines.
Superman narrowed his gaze. "You catalog abandoned histories?"
> "No. I bury them."
Sentry floated ahead. "Why are you still here?"
> "Because no one erases the eraser."
The Librarian raised a pale hand, and from the mist emerged versions of Superman and Sentry—twisted echoes. One was a tyrant Superman crowned in red lightning. Another, a Sentry who had become the embodiment of Nothing.
Sentry grinned. "Is this supposed to scare us?"
The Librarian's voice thundered:
> "No. It's to show you what you could be... when the Source forgets you."
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Meanwhile – Earth, Hall of Justice
Reality flickered like faulty code. Batman stared at a map of Earth—dozens of anomalies had appeared: ancient civilizations restored, cities turned to sand, people claiming they were from "erased futures."
Wonder Woman swung her lasso around a sobbing man claiming to be "Kal-El of Earth-89"—a timeline that should never exist.
> "Flash!" Batman barked. "We need you to run a quantum feedback loop. I want to know if the Multiverse is trying to correct itself… or rewrite us too."
Flash nodded, though his eyes widened. "Bruce… what if it already has?"
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Back Inside The Rewrite
Superman confronted his twisted echo.
It looked him in the eye and whispered:
> "You could have been a god… instead, you chose to bleed."
Kal-El's fist crashed through its face—dissolving the nightmare in a burst of pure golden light.
Sentry turned to the Librarian.
> "We're not here for games."
The Librarian's voice cracked like broken glass.
> "Then step forward. Beyond me lies The Editor… and the truth of why you exist."
Behind him, a door of pure white formed—the border to the Core Memory of the Multiverse.
Sentry grinned.
Superman exhaled.
Together, they walked through.
And far behind them, the first cracks formed across the Architects' Continuum.