Literature
Superman Weight Gain
Silver moonlight leers through a small window. It's nothing more than a gap carved out, with iron rods welded between the top and bottom. The curious light crept through the jagged space, exploring a compact interior. Aged bricks are layered on top of one another, marked by an assortment of tallies and other various carved graffiti. Each told a story, which the light gradually revealed. The same strong concrete material layered the floor and ceiling, but with a much smoother complexion. Facing the window was a titanium door, impossible to breach from the inside or out. The room was cold, with the culprit surprisingly not being the open gusts drifting through the window. The icy temperature was a presence. In the distant corner of the dense space was a hunched figure. Their shape was shrouded in the darkness. The moonlight wouldn’t dare approach. Their feet were exposed, resting idly against the course floor. Their stillness was silent. Yet even through the fog of black, intense eyes
