Luna was twenty seven when Aria died. Not from violence, not from illness, but simply from time catching up with a life extended but not made eternal.
Aria had been aging visibly for the past year despite the Void life extension Luna had provided. The technique slowed aging significantly but didn't stop it entirely. At seventy three, Aria's body was finally reaching its natural limits.
"I'm proud of you," Aria told Luna during one of their last conversations. Her voice was weak, her breathing labored. "You've become more than I ever imagined. You've changed the world for the better."
"I learned from you," Luna said, holding her mother's hand. "Everything about resilience, about choosing yourself, about fighting for what matters. That all came from you."
"You took those lessons and buil
