Spectrums

Squinting harder, he strained to see anything at all.
There were spectrums of light that he could see that he
had no words for; colors with names that didn't even
exist. Mostly he ignored these as being too trivial or
too terrifying to bother with.

The world seen through some spectrums was a
horrifying place.

Mostly he tried to stay near what he assumed was
the human norm, although he really had no way of
being sure if what he saw was even close to what
normal people saw.

The few times he'd tried to get Lana to help him,
to see whether they saw the same colors she'd quickly
changed the subject.

Utterly useless for the most part, the visual
abilities were a boon now. By turning his head and
squinting he could just make out the edges of the rift,
which was expanding rapidly.

The edges fluctuated, and it was only a matter of
minutes before they began to shrink.

Narrowing his eyes, Clark tried to guess if he
would be able to make it through in time. He'd make it
through along with Lois, but there was no way he
would be able to carry a plane through. The portal had
barely grown large enough to drive a Winnebago
through before its edges started fluctuating.

Clark tried to see what was on the other side, but
he couldn't. When the rift collapsed, and the clouds
began to dissipate, Lois said, "What did you see?"

"A chance," Clark said.

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