sometimes the softest of whispers can be heard louder than rolling thunder.
About Lunara
Lunara writes the When Time Breaks cycle and the world that powers Guardians: The System. This page keeps her quieter things: a rumor jar for tables, a small book of poems, and the doorways to the novels. Everything here is player-safe — read freely.
"I am a poet because I must.
I write poems because I cannot not."
Player-safe rumors for the table — draw one, carry it to your game. Every whisper is 🟢.
The jar waits. Slips of paper shift softly against the glass…
some truths only fit on small pieces of paper.
5 slips — the living jar above requires JavaScript; here they lie open.
“The waterline hums at night. Not engines—something older. Fisherfolk leave brass keys on the pier and won’t say why.”
Table hook If true, align the hum with the tides or signals.
Alignment echo Order +1 if you codify the pattern; Chaos +1 if you disrupt it.
“At the thirteenth bell, the clocktower swallows its echo. Those who listen closely hear a second city, breathing.”
Table hook Find who keeps time.
Alignment echo Good +1 if you return a lost timepiece to its owner.
“A token passed left to right at a wayhouse means: ask no names, ask no price.”
Table hook Use the custom to move unseen.
Alignment echo Order +1 if you honor the rite; Evil +1 if you abuse it.
“Gulls refuse the leeward wall of Toros. They circle, scolding, then flee inland.”
Table hook Scout the leeward hazard.
Alignment echo Good +1 if you warn the harbor; Chaos +1 if you lure foes there.
“A spider-frame returned with salt crystals in its joints and a song coded in its steps.”
Table hook Decode movement as music.
Alignment echo Order +1 to document; Chaos +1 to improvise with it.
Where the whispers come from — and where they lead.
A small book of Lunara's poems — it grows. Choose a page from the index, leaf with the corner ribbons, or press the journal to open at random. Kept exactly as written.
The Pages
8 poems — the living book above requires JavaScript; here it lies open.
she speaks the old prayer for the unknown soldier — Requiem æternam dona ei, Dea, et lux perpetua luceat ei. Requiescat in pace. Amen.
🌳 The Forgotten Guardian's Blessing
From the Core Book (opening)
— Lunara Sol
Today I wondered…
— Lunara
It resides at day's end…
— Lunara Sol 🌙
Bring forth the mist…
— Lunara
A Poem… Three Combined.
A thought from long ago, or maybe from now.
— Lunara
⚡ The Cyber Witch ⚡
A Technomancer's hymn.
— Lunara
Who am I? What am I?
— Lunara
Asking me why I write…
— Lunara 💙
some pages are only legible at night.