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The air hung with a delicate crispness as the autumn breeze swept through the desolate yard of 'Mary Orphanage.' The melancholic creaking of the weathered sign served as a timeless overture to the unfolding tale of Shadow.

In the fading light of day, Shadow, a boy of tender years, stood by the window of the orphanage. His short, silky black hair rustled gently as the faint ripple of the breeze whispered secrets carried through the air. The yellow leaves, reminiscent of nature's final exhale before winter's slumber, danced before the window, creating an ethereal tableau.

With a slight pallor and a gaze that betrayed more wisdom than his years suggested, Shadow gazed at the strange city beyond the window. His delicate features were adorned with a pair of eyes that defied ordinary explanation – a left eye bathed in a noble golden hue, its counterpart on the right adorned with a deep amethyst shade.

"The world has changed, and so have I," he spoke, his words echoing with a maturity that seemed at odds with his young frame. The room, adorned only by the gentle descent of the yellow leaves outside, became a silent witness to his contemplations.

In a world he could hardly fathom, Shadow, found himself navigating a reality where a few days could transform a student into an orphaned outcast with the age regression of five or six years. The strangeness of his circumstance loomed like an uninvited specter, but with each passing day, Shadow began to accept the unfamiliarity.

As the tale unfolded, Shadow's curiosity became a guiding light. His quest to understand this new world led him to discover that, contrary to his expectations, he was not in a parallel Earth but rather in a version of the '90s United States, with India standing alongside as a familiar presence.

Marvel Comics, his initial beacon of familiarity, was conspicuously absent, giving way to a world that mirrored the stories of superheroes like Captain America. The initial excitement of being in the realm he once fantasized about was overshadowed by the chaotic reality of demons, monsters, and the coexistence of magic and technology.

Amidst the chaotic narrative, Shadow's contemplation turned to the mysterious force that brought him here. The need for self-preservation powers became paramount as he murmured to an unseen presence, seeking understanding.

"You brought me here; then, I'm sure you won't let me have any self-preservation power, right?" His words lingered in the room, unanswered. Yet, as if in response, Shadow revealed an ancient totem on his forehead – twelve circular patterns, an intricate tapestry reminiscent of reincarnation eyes.

This totem, a symbol of his arrival in this Marvel-inspired world, became a focal point of intrigue for Shadow. Born with different pupils, he speculated about a connection between the totem and his unique eyes. Could it be a mutation, akin to the X gene, promising special abilities in this perilous realm?

As he sought answers from the totem, footsteps approached from the courtyard, disrupting the solitude of the room. The anticipation hung thick in the air, setting the stage for the unfolding chapters of Shadow's extraordinary journey in this intricately woven tapestry of realities.