Felicity Finds Family

A Transgender Super Coming of Age Adventure

From the Super Heroine Universe

Prolog

By Sasha Zarya Nexus

Will entropy claim what is left of a transwoman once endowed with superpowers but now emerges from the catastrophe only as pure energy?

Copyright 2025 by Sasha Zarya Nexus.
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Help. The word fragments through what remains of my consciousness, the only coherent thought left as my sentience dissolves into pure energy. I have no form, no senses—if I've been hurled beyond the planetary system, beyond the galaxy, beyond the universe itself, I would never know.

The void stretches infinite and empty around me. My existence flickers like a dying star, entropy clawing at my energy reserves with relentless hunger. Each moment steals more of what I am, what I was, what I might yet be. In this absolute darkness, my memories have already scattered like dust in a cosmic wind.

I am forgetting everything.

First went the faces—those I loved, those I saved, those I failed. Then the places: the warmth of sunlight on familiar ground, the sound of laughter in rooms I once called home. Now even my name dissolves into the growing silence.

Who was I?

The question echoes through the emptiness, but no answer comes. Perhaps there never was one. Perhaps I was always just this—fading energy in an endless night, consciousness scattered across dimensions I can no longer comprehend.

Time has no meaning here. I could have been drifting for moments or millennia. The entropy continues its patient work, unraveling the last threads of my being. Soon, even this awareness will be gone, and I will become nothing more than background radiation in the cosmic dark.

Is this how it ends?

The thought arrives with unexpected clarity, a final flicker of defiance against the dying of my light. Somewhere in the depths of my fragmenting mind, I grasp for purpose, for meaning, for any reason to resist the pull toward oblivion.

But there is only the void. Only the slow, inexorable fade toward nothingness.

My energy signature weakens. The quantum threads that held my consciousness together begin to snap, one by one. I am unraveling, becoming less than a whisper in the infinite silence.

Please, I think, though I'm not sure to whom I'm pleading. Please, let something remain.

The darkness presses closer, and I feel myself beginning to let go. Whatever catastrophe brought me here, whatever universe I once called home, whatever heroic last stand I might have made—it all becomes academic now. The void cares nothing for noble sacrifices or cosmic tragedies. It simply is, and it will consume me as it has consumed everything else.

Almost gone now...

My awareness contracts to a single point of light in an ocean of black. This is what remains of whatever I once was—a spark about to be extinguished, a story about to end without ever being told.

The entropy reaches for me with patient fingers, ready to claim this last fragment of defiance.

Unless...