lunara

Meet Sol (The Sun)! ☀️

He’s not the main character of my story, but by the time I finished the second drawing, I fell completely in love with him...

«The Sun. Carved light that burns away the emptiness behind the Silent God's curtains. No human flesh — only a mass of white plasma held in the tight grip of a golden framework. His bonfire-like hair moves against gravity, and from a single lock, he crafts a spear that never misses its mark.»

The Bread Witch ✨

Mina: Light and dark sides of her nature 🌕✨🌑

In her Light Phase, she bathes in sunbeams, feeding on her sons' energy during the "Radiance" festival. They perish just to maintain her motherly glow.

The Dark Phase reveals her true form, which she carefully hides from prying eyes. Here, the shackles of her nature break as she enters open conflict with her son, Aster. He fights for independence; she fights for the last shard of light within him, exposing an infinite hunger for warmth.

I call it the "Snail Cycle" 🐌🌀

“Look, a witch’s nest!” my mom cried out, tugging at my sleeve.

My younger, naive self looked up, searching for a sorceress’s home. Instead, I saw a tangled knot of birch branches, twisted into a bizarre pattern. Back then, I seriously imagined a woman who had woven her shelter high up in the clouds.

This year, I’ve been having these frequent flashbacks that explain where my imagery comes from. I think I’ve finally found the origin of my “bird-maidens.” Those girls with slightly hooked noses, wide eyes, and stylish clothes—independent and always keeping their own counsel.

Coat of Arms of the House of Lunara:

«Struggle, Valor, and Magic»

Coat of Arms of the House of Lunara:

«Struggle, Valor, and Magic»

In 2023, they were just words in a notebook, but today Aster finally takes shape — scars and all.

Sharing a bit of the lore: This is Aster during the dark phase of the Moon. It is in these moments of silence that he chooses to rebel against his mother, Mina. His journey: Struggle -> Defeat -> Restoration.

He was badly wounded in one of the battles — a strike to the left eye was the price for his first step toward freedom — but he refuses to give up. Aster hopes to break the cycle of rebirth and stop being a mere 'function' of the Moon.

I wonder about that too, Aster…

All the things she said

All the things she said

Running through my head

Running through my head

Running through my head

All the things she said

All the things she said

Running through my head

Running through my head

All the things she said

This is not enough (Я сошла с ума)

This is not enough