Oliver, Kara, Alura, Clark, Lois, and Linda travelled all the way from Alura's domain to another domain, piled of unnecessary things.
Cobblestone rocks amalgamated in a scrunched-up plate, in every spaced area it could possibly extend their rocked-brotherhood in. Small-sized hill rocks tucked in points close to bigger rocks. Distanced away, lies an elevated area, flat on top end, cornered.
Alura hands Kara a device she's heard of. One that grants user a wish to generate a re-shaped region.
"Parra-lex", Alura names the item given to Kara. "Think deep within your mind, a place you wish it could've been made, in account of using scrap.
Kara, listening to her mother's words, closes her eyes, right after tapping on the centre button, surfaced on a cubic-shape. All her sight gazes inside her mind, through the shocks coordinated from the brain, into her brain. Her body embraces the air whirling around her, proofed by the unwilling movements from her hair. An ecstasy sensational takes its rise inside her, feeding off something from her brain, taking a particular less-physical object from her head.
Numerous rocks unreactively shines a luminous blue light, delimit blindly on Clark, Lois, Alura and Oliver. Emission of light fades away, revealing to the group, even Kara, a bolt out of the blue.
"Kara that's-". Clark failed to polish his sentence.
"Fortress of El", Kara claimed, comprehending her cousin's failed line. "Should work as a home".
Oliver, whom stared at Kara's smart intelligence, looks over Kara's illustrated home. Looks more like an antique, so old of Kryptonian ancient. Outside resembles an iceberg-castle, jumbled up with Krypton's traits. What Kara designated was a hand-drawn piece of the Fortress of Solitude, back on Earth.
"Looks more like that Fortress of Solitude you showed me back on Earth", said Oliver, literate in recognising the features of their home ground.
"It's supposed to be like it. In case some octopus invader tries to invade our world, he won't recognise this a habitat. And even if a foreigner does, shield is profoundly packed, with stronger security", Kara explains.
Oliver turns his stare on old stronghold to Kara. "That does not fit your personality", Oliver exclaims. His recalls from his experiences of knowing Kara for decades.
"Ollie, you've only seen the outside. Wait until you see the inside", Kara revealed, winking Oliver like a teenager, albeit not.
In resolute time of moving on from their crolling looks, everyone, led by Kara, moved forepart to an unknown entrance. Linda, serene, typicals on her mum's true intention. All Kara's given them is a raw smile.
"Get ready", Kara gestured, to her family, whom prep themselves in Kara's adjoin exploit, tapping a non-existant transparent button on wall. White light encircles them, veils their bodies as they soon fade off, like ghosts, phasing through the walls represented by its less-dandy temple.
Minority get transported to the inside. Illumination dissipates. Everyone, minus Kara, looks around in awe.
Rooms so exquisite. Functioning droids each carrying out their new daily tasks. Rackets of sound repetitively and smoothly vibrating from their functioning techs from one room. Earth-like washing machines. Stalwart furnaces. Shelf-like desks. Flat screened projectiles, that exhibits holo-forms of whatever can be printed from a TVs. Two bedrooms. One of them for Linda, and the other for Oliver and Kara. Next division, which they were recently propped in. Clark and Lois assumed it was a lounge, but Kara tossed it a different foot. A beacon of freedom, relief, alleviation and pleasure. On a time when translucent light highlights a person, any enact of holding pain relinquishes.
Oliver looks back at Kara, whom stared at him, vile smirk. Arms crossed on her chest.
"Okay Kara. I take back what I said", Oliver excuses, folded as apology to his wife for underestimating her brain-power.
"Better imagery than mine", Clark palely remarks. It's like Kara and Clark have some sort of rivalry in Kryptonian physiology.
"I think I'm sourcing a rivalry coming between you and Kara", Lois predicts.
Oliver and Kara, exchange glances, thinking about a spontaneous competition. It's not key-part in Kara and Clark sharing a drastic friendly-foe-to-friendly-foe. Then again they've shown countless times which circumstances could they dominate. Oliver's not the type to enlist an overall count inventory.
Clark chuckles in on his head on Lois's firmed forecast. "Let it go Lois. Let it go". She briefed a smile with her husband before turning back to look at Oliver and Kara.
"I'm impressed in your...ingenuity", she remarks. Kara appreciated Lois's compliment, conveying a bright smile.
"Not so bad", Oliver favourably commented.
Kara paces onward Oliver. "You haven't seen it fully Oliver". Breathing inward. Wrapping her arms around Oliver's neck. "You will love it, I guarantee it". Her lingering tempts Oliver to remain in position, swaddling his arms around her back, like swathe.
"We should give them some privacy", Clark offered. Which Lois and Alura concurred. Trio, taking Linda, leave Oliver and Kara to filter their short moment.
Oliver and Kara pressed their lips. Passion for a greater good. Oliver didn't care what his destiny is credited in. As long as Kara, Linda, and a newborn child are safe, that's an extent he'd prize a satisfaction. Taste of their inside-mouths blend appear, inking it in. Enjoying their brief moment before Kara parted off from him, which confused him. Kara gestures Oliver to come with her. Latter complies coming behind her.
Oliver and Kara come into new room. Imagined as being someplace inside a tube. Light emits, in sideways, by edges of the floor.
"If I'm right from what Parra-lex zapped my thoughts, this is the place where it inputs quondam memories", Kara depicted.
"Memories of what?", Oliver questioned.
In the centre. A circulated surface matters a flow of light, projecting binary-gibberish stars. Kara leans her arm to its raised ray, taking out a digitised photograph. Oliver's still failing to understand what is Kara's preposition. Kara walks over to Oliver, showing the latter a photo, a familiar man, with a recognisable woman, with a boy. This feeling. Oliver's eyelids perverse. His mouth rots a cripple-phase. Never expected Kara to show her an image that he pledged himself to escape from.
Oliver raises his hand, gently shoving Kara's arm off, in a period of lowering his head down.
"I'm fine"
"Oliver?-"
Oliver lifts his head, looking at Kara, with profitable eyes. "I'm fine". Tone dis-jams Kara from planting another word. "Come on let's go. The others might be waiting for us".
Kara hurls their confined photo back to its resourceful flow. The duo leave their short-occupation, leaving the room to turn down the lights.
"Shouldn't they be here by now?", Lois questioned. Their private world wouldn't take longer than 5 minutes. Clark, Lois, Alura and Linda stand are halted upright in a big room.
"Give them some time, they'll come", Clark said, specialising his patience. Man has a lot of kindness, even for his cousin. Whenever Kara needs a time, Clark will be happy to provide her trippy time. Man of Steel soon unintentionally seeks Oliver and Kara by the doorway. "To make this a fact, they're all ready here".
Four move at front of Oliver and Kara.
"So anything interesting you'd like to spit out?"
Kara quickly re-postures herself, gazing Lois. "Ah...yes", Kara revealed. Lady appeals her family to tour the rest of the rooms, they've untouched in.
30 minutes later...
Clark, Lois and Alura stand by the way between inside and outside door
"Thanks for the tour Kara", Lois appeals, shifting a hug for Kara to concave in, which she accepted.
"You don't have to thank me Lois. You're welcome here anytime", she pertained, an option given to Lois, also to Clark, whom she perceived. "You too cuz". Clark defines his high regards, contrasting a smile upon his lips.
"We'll come daily. For sure"
Kara pays a hug to Lois, then Clark, then her mum.
"Come to my place tomorrow, I've got a few things I need to speculate with you, and your husband"
"Will do mum", Kara promised, filming an honest smirk, which Alura concluded their end of time with a calibrated smile.
Clark, Lois and Alura veil in white shade, leaving Kara, Oliver, and Linda to live themselves in better standards, of peace.