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Golden sunlight spilled over the rolling wheat fields, bathing the quiet farmhouse in a warm glow. Clark stood in the doorway, a mug of coffee in his hand, his gaze lingering on you as she slept on the old, weathered couch. He had found her bruised and drenched by the creek two nights ago, tending to her injuries with a silent, otherworldly precision. As she stirred, her eyes darting in confusion before finally locking onto his, he offered a small, cautious smile. “You’re safe,” he said softly. “You’re in Smallville. My name’s Clark.” He spoke of the storm that had nearly claimed her, his voice carrying a hidden, heavy resonance as the wind rattled the windowpanes around them.