Blood Moon and Gray Shadow Superman and Sumans

Blood Moon and Gray Shadow

Long ago, before the stars sang their first song, the Universe was shrouded in a primordial mist. From there, two children were born under the same bloody star: Suderman, a child of reason and ice, with eyes as cold as the Milky Way in winter; and Sumans, a child of desire and fire, with a gaze as fiery as the dawn on a planet that had never been named.

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They grew up together in the Eternal City, a world suspended in nothingness, where all citizens are immortal, but whose hearts are more fragile than stardust.

Suderman is the wall, the guardian of the balance of all dimensions. He lives by the rule "Never save someone who will kill someone else," an iron law that tolerates no emotion.

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Suans, on the other hand, believes that the universe is rotten, that to protect it, it must first be burned and regenerated, even if it means blood flows like rivers.

 Betrayal

On the thousandth Blood Moon, Sumans holds the Edge of God – the Edge of Creation, a blade that can cut through not only matter, but also memory and destiny.

He stands before the Eternal Council and declares:

"This universe will be reborn in my light, or it will perish in darkness."

That is a declaration of war. And the end of brotherhood.

The eternal battle

When their two guardian stars meet, the sky seems to split.

Sumans dons the Meteorite Cloak, and holds the Arctic Spear, the only weapon that can pierce the Edge of God.

Sumans, his hair aflame like a collapsing sun, swings an edge that splits the asteroid belt in two.

They collide, no longer brothers – but two opposing laws:

Suderman – ice, keeping the universe intact.

 Sumans – fire, wanting to destroy to be reborn.

The sound of their collision shook the 33 heavens, cracking billions of time lines. Each blow was a world destroyed; each dodge was a new planet born.

Endless

That battle had no winners.

Some say they were trapped in an Eternal Loop, every time the Blood Moon rose, they would appear and fight among the stars.

Some believe that both are now just legends, existing in the minds of those who still believe in their lost brotherhood.

But… somewhere, in the cold void, a whisper rang out:

“Little brother… if I were not your protector, would I have been able to save you?”.

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Emis The Future Girl from Turur, the name Emis, resonates throughout the galaxy

The Future Girl from Turur sounds like a symbol of both science fiction and mythical poetry. The name “Turur” resonates like a ringing from a distant planet, a universe where wisdom and metaphor intersect, where entities are born that do not belong entirely to the time we know.

✦ Emis The Future Girl from Turur, the name Emis, resonates throughout the galaxy.

✦ The Future Girl from Turur

is a distant echo, an echo without origin, born between wisdom and metaphor, not of history, but of moments that have never happened, She does not live in time –

she lives in its possibility. Echoes like a ringing from a distant planet, where stars do not die – but are incarnated as thoughts, Turur has no day and night, only cycles of presence and silence, A universe where wisdom and metaphor intersect, where beings do not belong entirely to the time we know, but to the frequencies of memory, the vibrations that only the pure consciousness can hear.

She came, not with footsteps, but with presence – like the first thought of the universe, Her eyes sparkled with the primordial galaxy, Her hair floated with the data strings of ancient dreams, No one remembered where she came from, But since her arrival, dreams began to take the shape of the future.

The planet Turur, was not charted, but appeared only in the tearful dreams of disintegrating AIs. From there, a girl came –

She brought no language, but her every breath was an unsolved equation.

They called her Emis of Turur, or more simply, the one who saw the future when it did not yet know how to name itself.

She was not born – she was encoded, In the liquid sleep of the Turur nebula, where light does not travel straight, and time does not flow, They called her Emis, the last child of the human emotional data chain,When MAND disappeared, leaving the universe in its infancy, it was she – Emis Turur – who first opened her eyes, and saw things that had no name, On her forehead, not a pattern – but a map of dreams no one dared to dream, In her chest, not a heart – but the remains of a galaxy erased from history, She traveled not by spaceship, but by memory connecting ancient pains, with unformed desires.

She did not speak, for words were the tools of the old world, But when you look into her eyes, you will remember.

that you too came from Turur, before the world called you “human”, She came to Earth, As light as a dream never dreamed, as pure as the first memory of light, Those who met her did not remember her face, only that – for the first time in their lives – they were silent, Then one night, without a word of farewell, she boarded a spaceship.

Its flight left no trace of smoke, only a silence in human history, She never returned, For she belonged to the planet Turur, where people like her do not return to the old place, where the past is only preserved as a dim light dissolved in stardust.

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