Whispers from Lunara

Earth has fallen... And in its wake, rose Terre. In the chaos before the birth of the Orders, came the first of the Guardians. Many heroes rose in those times. Many songs were written. But not all deeds are known. Not all heroes had songs. Their sacrifices... lost in the streams of time. Their names… forgotten. But the Goddess— She always remembers. Their deeds are marked. So when you walk the paths of Terre, and cross beneath a lone, majestic tree... know that an unknown Guardian fought there. know that they did it for you. So when you walk the paths of Terre, and cross beneath a lone, majestic tree... know that an unknown Guardian fought and fell there. Offer your smile. Rest in their shade. Let them know— that they are loved.

Today I wondered… About computer games and game theory. About Einstein, and dice, and God. About quantum. About cats… Cheshire cats, mostly— but Schrödinger too, yes. (An argument can be made they’re the same.) Are we just a dream? A wrinkle in the flow of time? Am I what my characters dream of when they go to sleep? A wisp of electrons, virtualized by a grand AI? I wonder…