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.
They climbed out of the City of Echoes as the sun rose over the caldera rim. Luna didn't speak much on the way back. She didn't need to. The search was over. Searching for- Luna By Abby And Ricky in-
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. They found her in the deepest chamber, the Resonance Well
Abby and Ricky climbed the Spire's rusted stairs. Halfway up, Ricky’s scanner spiked. A faint, repeating sound: tap-tap-shuffle . It was Luna’s walk. The echo of her footsteps from three weeks ago, still bouncing around the stone chamber. They climbed out of the City of Echoes
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.
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: