Leo's vision blurred, unfocused as echoes of a voice filled his mind. Not a hallucination—no, this was a memory. But from when? From where?
The warmth in that voice... it was comforting, yet heartbreakingly distant. He strained to grasp it, to hold onto the fading remnants. But the moment he reached for it, the memory shattered like fragile glass, slipping between his fingers.
"LEO! WAKE UP!"
A roar tore through the void. Leo gasped as his body lurched awake, his pulse hammering against his ribs. His lungs burned, struggling to drag in air as sweat trickled down his spine.
"Leo?!"
Luna's hands hovered inches from his skin, hesitant but desperate. Panic laced her voice. Her brother never cried—yet here he was, trembling, his fingers brushing the moisture on his cheeks in disbelief.
"I… I don't know," Leo murmured, his voice raw. "I heard something… someone. It felt so familiar, but I can't remember who."
