Searching For- Luna By Abby And: Ricky In-

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.

That was when Abby understood. Luna wasn't lost. She had gone looking for the source of the hum, but the hum was just a trailhead. What Luna truly searched for was a place where her own thoughts would stop ricocheting and finally rest. Searching for- Luna By Abby And Ricky in-

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. Abby and Ricky climbed the Spire's rusted stairs

Ricky, her brother, adjusted the frequency on a handheld scanner. The City of Echoes was a strange place built inside a collapsed volcanic caldera, where sound bounced off the obsidian cliffs for minutes, sometimes hours, repeating itself into ghostly fragments. "The police said the echoes here drove her mad," Ricky said. "But Luna wasn't fragile. She was looking for something." It was Luna’s walk

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.

Their search began at the Whispering Market, where vendors sold bottled echoes. An old woman with sea-glass eyes pointed toward the Spire, the city's broken clock tower. "She asked about the Drowning Hour," the woman rasped. "The moment when the tide is so high the city's foundations sing."