"This is an imaginary story (which may never
happen, but then again may) about a perfect man who came from the sky
and did only good. It tells of his twilight, when the great battles
were over and the great miracles long since performed; of how his
enemies conspired against him and of that final war in the snowblind
wastes beneath the Northern Lights; of the two women he loved and of
the choice he made between them;
and how finally all the things he had were taken from him save one.
It ends with a wink. It begins in a quiet midwestern town, one summer
afternoon in the quiet midwestern future. Away in the big city,
people still sometimes glance up hopefully from the sidewalks,
glimpsing a distant speck in the sky... but no: it's only a bird, only
a plane. Superman died ten years ago. This is an imaginary story... Aren't they all?"
~ Alan More Superman# 423
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