Wait, I don't quite understand.
What happened to me?
Oh, I was cut apart.
Like a smooth block of tofu sliced in half by some overwhelming force in an instant, with even my organs exposed to the air.
But I won't die.
I am Parallax Hal, and I am facing the World Forger head-on.
No matter what I intended to do, and no matter what my goal was, I could never accept the DC Multiverse collapsing.
I knew I had made many mistakes. The moment I left the upper reaches of the Over-Time Stream, I had already strayed from the path I was supposed to follow, and later learned about the history I should originally have entered.
The attempt to create Zero Hour had failed.
I had completely lost my purpose in life, becoming something that was neither a supervillain nor a superhero.
I murdered Cyborg Superman, destroying his body in an instant and killing the culprit responsible for the deaths of eight million people in my hometown of Coast City. But my life became even more meaningless because of it, and then came...
The Final Night.
I turned into flames, ignited the sun, and perished alongside the Sun-Eater.
I am Parallax Hal. After all that, I was eventually resurrected and once again became Green Lantern Hal Jordan of the Prime Universe in the DC Multiverse, all the way into the modern era.
Coast City... Coast City came back to life. Although the Coast City recreated after the universe was rebooted had little connection to my original Coast City, at least it looked exactly the same.
But it wasn't my Coast City. A Coast City altered along with history was more suitable. The world after the reboot had become more modern, no longer possessing the simple, unsophisticated appearance I remembered.