Luna 3

Luna sank deeper into her chair, suddenly looking older and more worn. The silver threads around them seemed to slow their dance, as if they too were waiting to hear her words.

"The truth," she repeated, her voice no longer carrying that mocking edge. "The truth is that you were never meant to be split in the first place."

She gestured at the black mirror, which now showed only darkness. "What I showed you before—the beast, the ritual—those weren't false memories. But they weren't complete either."

"Go on," he prompted, his eyes never leaving her face.

She took a deep breath. "You weren't always... human, or whatever approximation of human you thought yourself to be. You were something else—a being of immense power. The Void Walker, some called you. Others named you the Boundary Keeper. Others the end of all things and so on."

[She's right about that much.]