Luna was twenty six when Maya died. Not from violence or accident, but from a choice she made fully conscious and completely her own.
Maya had been experiencing what she called "telepathic saturation" for months. Her ability to hear thoughts had grown so powerful that she couldn't filter them anymore. Every mind within a mile radius pressed against her consciousness constantly.
"It's like drowning in other people's thoughts," Maya told Luna during one of their last conversations. "I can't find my own mind anymore. It's all noise, all the time. I've tried every shielding technique, every meditation practice. Nothing works."
"There has to be a solution," Luna insisted. "We'll find something that helps."
"I've found my solution. I'm going to ask the Void to take me. Let me dissolve into e
