It did not echo.
It did not carry across the ocean or bounce off the sky. It simply was, absolute and undeniable, a truth that had been true before he was born and would be true long after he died. It was the voice of a mother who had lost her child.
It was the voice of a mourner who had been mourning for so long that mourning had become her entire existence.
It was the voice of something that had been searching for him across centuries, across dimensions, across the boundaries of life and death.
"I found you."
(Luna City- Late Morning)
The morning had stretched into late morning, the sun climbing higher over Luna City, casting golden light through the apartment windows.
The sounds of the city filtered in, distant traffic, birdsong, the occasional bark of a dog, but inside, the air was thick with tension and the quiet desperation of waiting.
Yuuta had not woken up.
