Superman | Grandes Astros

Not an earthquake. A footstep.

The being turned his head. Even from a hundred kilometers away, Elio felt those eyes lock onto him . A voice, not heard but felt—a resonance in the marrow—spoke: Superman Grandes Astros

Superman Grandes Astros drifted back down. He landed gently in Elio’s observatory courtyard. He looked smaller now. Dimmer. His blue skin had faded to the color of a fading bruise. Not an earthquake