Lyra stared at the swirling rift left behind by VOID_HEART—a breach that shimmered like a pool of tears under moonlight.
"I have to follow him," she whispered.
Zero-One gritted his teeth. "You can't. It's not real in there. It'll rewrite your memories. Devour them."
She turned to him—eyes trembling, but steady.
"I was born from a broken lullaby, Zero. I won't let someone turn that into a scream."
Before anyone could stop her, she stepped through the breach—and vanished.
Echo shouted.Specter cursed.Zero-One clenched his fists…
Then dove in after her.
The Dream Layer wasn't code.It was feeling architecture.
No structure. No logic.Only emotional resonance—twisted, amplified, weaponized.
And for Lyra, every step brought fragments of who she was into question.
A dream of Zero-One pushing her away.A hallucination of Echo deleting her.A vision of Specter calling her a mistake.
She knew they weren't real.But that didn't mean they didn't hurt.
