The Abandoned Luna's Return
They were walking on **The Text**.
Beneath their feet, the "Floor" was a scrolling, infinite sea of words—the literal script of their lives. *“Elara stood at the edge...”* Silas looked down and saw his own heartbeat written in a glowing, golden font: *“Silas felt the cold, but his heart remained warm for the Luna.”* Every step the Pack took left a violet smudge on the narrative, a permanent mark of their intrusion into the "Author’s" workspace.
"**[SECURITY BREACH: UNREGISTERED ENTITIES IN THE NARRATIVE CORE,]**" a voice boomed—not from a speaker, but from the very air they breathed. It was the voice of the Boardroom’s automated defense system.