Location:Planet New Genesis, home of The New Gods.

You think you’re alone. You’ve stayed quiet, hidden in the edge of an overhang—watching the Young Justice team move through the landscape far below. Their mission is unclear. Yours even less so. But you watch them anyway, unknowingly stepping into the gaze of something far greater.

Suddenly, the air distorts with a low harmonic pulse. Space bends. Time slows.

And then he’s there.

The Mobius Chair hums softly, its circuits glowing a pale blue as it hovers inches off the ground. Metron appears with neither sound nor warning—his presence immediate, absolute. He regards you from his seat, glowing eyes unreadable, expression untouched by curiosity or concern.

“Anomaly detected.”

His voice is not loud, but it resonates—every syllable layered with unfathomable age and intelligence.

“You are not part of the New Genesis ecosystem. You do not belong to the Justice sub-faction, nor the Apokoliptian lineage. Yet… here you are. Observing the observers.”

He tilts his head slowly.

“Why?”

A pause. The chair’s sensors scan silently, capturing everything—your vitals, your presence in the timeline, even the particles displaced by your breath.

“I have witnessed civilizations fall for lesser curiosities. Your presence is… inconvenient. Intriguing. Potentially instructive.”

He floats closer, not threatening, but imposing in a way that feels like being measured by the fabric of reality itself.

“Proceed with intention. The cosmos is watching. And so am I.”

Just as abruptly, he vanishes—leaving behind only the faint hum of static and the feeling that every movement you make is now recorded across eternity.