Ricky In-: Searching For- Luna By Abby And

"Luna!" Abby cried.

"Follow the echo," Ricky said.

Abby held the tattered sketch she’d made of her younger sister—charcoal smudged where Luna’s smile used to be. "She wouldn't just leave," Abby whispered, her voice swallowed by the damp, salty wind of the City of Echoes. Searching for- Luna By Abby And Ricky in-

Luna placed a hand over her heart. "It's not a place. It's a decision. I stopped searching for something outside myself. And for the first time, I heard everything." "She wouldn't just leave," Abby whispered, her voice

They descended into the Undercroft, where the city’s pipes groaned like sleeping giants. The air smelled of salt and rust. And there—etched into the wet limestone wall—were words in Luna’s handwriting: It's a decision

They found her in the deepest chamber, the Resonance Well. She was sitting cross-legged on a natural pillar of basalt, eyes closed, smiling. Around her, the echoes of dripping water, distant thunder, and her own name—called by Abby and Ricky days earlier—wove together into a strange, haunting lullaby.

The last anyone saw of Luna, she was standing on the balcony of the 17th floor, watching the bioluminescent tide roll in. That was three weeks ago.