Luna was sixteen when the first serious malfunction occurred. She was teaching a class at the academy when her consciousness suddenly fragmented across all three compartments simultaneously. For thirty terrifying seconds, she existed as three separate Lunas—one maintaining Void connections, one managing divine aspects, one anchoring mortal stability—with no unified consciousness coordinating them.
She collapsed mid-sentence. Students screamed. Teachers rushed over. By the time Luna's consciousness reunited, she was in the healing house with Elena frantically checking her vitals.
"What happened?" Elena demanded.
"The compartments lost coordination," Luna gasped. "They operated independently instead of as parts of a whole. I was three separate beings for a moment instead of one person wit
