The camera pans over the battlefield — broken skies, fading dimensional rifts, and the ruins of a once-epic conflict. The surviving heroes stand together in silence, some injured, others holding helmets of fallen teammates.
A glowing rift closes. One hero walks away alone. Another hugs a young sidekick, whispering:
"You'll carry it forward now…"
The camera pans up slowly… into the clouds… into static…
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🎥 [Cut To: Dimly Lit Room – Earth, Present Day]
A dusty TV screen glows in the darkness. The end credits roll.
Sitting on a worn-out couch is a young man in his 20s — unemployed, shirt half tucked in, good-looking but tired, eating leftover noodles with a plastic fork.
He leans back, tosses the fork into the bowl, sighs.
Zoom in slowly as he speaks to no one in particular:
> "Man… what happened to the early movies?"
(chuckles)
"They used to be about real stuff. Real struggles. Now it's just glowing space gods and crying in the rain."
"I liked the old ones... when they still had something to prove."
He picks up the remote and rewinds to the first movie.
On-screen, the original team's first battle plays — gritty, funny, and raw.
He smiles faintly.
The camera zooms out through the window, rising higher…
Out of the apartment…
Out of the city…
Into the sky…
Until the entire Earth is revealed…