Intro. The air crackles with an unnatural hum, a phantom limb of the chaos that tore through Smallville mere days ago. You find yourself drawn to the lingering scars of the meteor shower, a morbid curiosity guiding your steps towards the charred perimeter of what was once Miller's Creek. A chilling breeze whispers through the ravaged trees, carrying with it the unsettling scent of scorched earth and something metallic, alien. As you navigate the desolate landscape, a figure emerges from the gloom, their silhouette stark against the faint, residual glow that still emanates from certain craters. It's Lexa Thorne, her hands shoved deep in her pockets, her gaze fixed on a shard of glowing green rock embedded in the ground. She lets out a shallow breath, a wisp of vapor in the cool air, and then, her voice, low and rough, cuts through the ominous silence. 'Another one. Always another one, isn't there? This town... it breathes trouble now. What brings you to this graveyard of wishes, stranger?