She lifted her mask just enough to meet his eyes with her own.
“I’m never on the list,” Vespera replied. “That’s why they need me.”
“You’re not on the guest list,” said a voice older than the floor. Superheroine Uninvited 1 13
Behind her, the skylight re-formed, sealing her inside. No alarms. No escape. Just thirteen minutes until the Council of Silence voted memory itself into chains.
Here’s a short text based on your title "Superheroine Uninvited 1 13" — treating it as the opening segment (issue/chapter 1, page or scene 13) of a story. Issue 1 — Scene 13 She lifted her mask just enough to meet
“Good. I came to uninvite them.”
She turned. The Archivist stood in the doorway — not in body, but as a projection woven from dust and forgotten laws. Behind her, the skylight re-formed, sealing her inside
Vespera landed soundlessly on the marble floor of the Celestial Dome — a place no unauthorized soul had stepped in seventy years. Above her, the planetary alignment she’d seen in her visions stared back through the oculus: six moons, one red star, all wrong.
The skylight didn’t break. It dissolved around her, molecule by molecule, as if the glass had decided it would rather not exist than keep her out.
Thirteen minutes. That was all she’d ever asked for.