In DC?
Sometimes, life changes in an instant.
For Swayam—known to his friends as **Sam**—life had been painfully ordinary. A man in his mid-twenties, living alone in his apartment and worrying about the same things millions of people worry about every day: his job, his wages, his future, and whether there might be something better waiting for him somewhere else.
It was supposed to be just another ordinary day.
Until the sky changed.
A freak thunderstorm suddenly appeared, unlike anything anyone had ever witnessed. Attracted by the deafening thunder, Sam stepped onto the balcony of his fourth-floor apartment and looked up, only to find himself staring at a bizarre circular formation of **multicolored clouds** swirling ominously above him.
Curiosity quickly turned into confusion.
What could possibly cause something like this?
Before Sam could find an answer, another thunderous roar erupted from within the strange formation.
Then came the lightning.
A brilliant, multicolored bolt suddenly took shape within the storm and, against all reason, began racing directly toward the center of the formation—the very place where Sam stood.
He saw it coming.
He somehow perceived its entire trajectory, yet his body refused to obey his commands.
There was no time to run.
No time to take cover.
No time to even understand what was happening.
The lightning struck him.
And for Sam, time itself seemed to cease making sense.
The strike felt instantaneous.
Yet, somehow, it also felt as though an eternity had passed.
When his senses finally returned, Sam found himself standing amid the aftermath of something impossible. His clothes were torn and burnt, his body blackened, his hair standing rigidly from static electricity—and somehow, inexplicably, the strange multicolored lightning still seemed to flow through his very being.
But there was no time to question it.
Because something else was wrong.
His apartment was gone.
His surroundings were unfamiliar.
The people around him were frantic, desperately searching for a way out as alarms blared and panic spread through the facility.
And then Sam realized the horrifying truth.
He wasn't home anymore.
He was somewhere else.
Somewhere that felt strangely familiar.
Somewhere where a catastrophic event was about to unfold.
**S.T.A.R. Labs.**
The Particle Accelerator.
The explosion.
An event that should have existed only within the pages of fiction had suddenly become reality.
And somehow, Swayam was standing right in the middle of it.
But the Particle Accelerator explosion may only be the beginning.
Because the mysterious storm that brought him here, the multicolored lightning now coursing through his body, and the strange circumstances surrounding his arrival may be connected to something far greater than he could possibly imagine.
A world of heroes.
A world of villains.
A world of metahumans, aliens, speedsters, magic, gods, monsters—and countless parallel realities.
A world known as the **DC Multiverse**.
And now, somehow...
**Swayam is in DC?**
