Luna woke from the manifestation, screaming.
It wasn't supposed to happen like this. Network consciousnesses didn't sleep, didn't dream. But somehow, during her twelve-hour manifestation with Ash, Luna had fallen asleep in his arms and experienced her first dream in four hundred years.
She'd dreamed of Aria dying.
Ash bolted upright beside her, hands on her shoulders. "Luna? Luna, what's wrong?"
"My mother," Luna gasped, her manifested body shaking violently. "I dreamed about my mother dying. I was there. I watched her take her last breath,h and I couldn't do anything, and she looked so old, Ash. She looked so old,d and I'd forgotten how old she was when she died because I lost those memories when I created the Network, and now they're back, and it hurts."
The words tumbled out incohe
