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Ataluma – Map 2 – The ridge of the listening stone

This week, Ataluma opens its second map.

Before Serafine continues deeper into the Territories, the road remembers where it began: The Ridge of Listening Stone — the First Territory of her journey.

Here, the mountains do not simply stand. They listen. They keep the weight of voices, footsteps, promises, and futures not yet born.

From The Village of the First Shore, through The Path of Listening, toward The Throne of Vibration, every stone carries a memory.

And at the edge of the map, the old warning remains:

The stones remember everything. Even what has not happened yet.

Ataluma — Myths of Antarctica Cartography of the First Territories 🪨🌊✨

ATALUMA — Page 5 — The Ridge of Listening Stone 💎🌙

Not every road is walked. Some roads answer when you remember them.

Serafine holds the acorn and thinks of stone. Not of a place she knows. Not of a destination she can explain.

Only silence. Only weight. Only something ancient beneath the world.

And the acorn does not ask twice.

The golden library falls away.

She arrives at The Ridge of Listening Stone, where the stars burn cold above stone faces, and every mountain seems to be listening.

She has never been there.

But the stone knows her name.

And one of them speaks:

You took longer than the stone expected.

ATALUMA — Page 4 — The Acorn 🌰✨

Some maps show distance. Some maps show destiny.

In La Bibliothèque Dorée, Serafine is welcomed into Ataluma — but welcome is only the beginning.

Every territory has its own memory. Every land has its own truth.

The Librarian places something small in Serafine’s hand: an acorn, warm, ancient, almost harmless looking.

But in Ataluma, small things are rarely small.

The map opens. The first destination appears.

The Ridge of Listening Stone.

A place where stones remember everything.

ATALUMA — Page 3 — La Bibliothèque Dorée 🪶 📜 🕯️

There are places that do not wait for visitors. They wait for descendants.

After crossing the Forgotten Door, Serafine enters La Bibliothèque Dorée — a golden library older than memory, where the books do not simply hold stories. They read. They remember. They recognise.

And there, in the candlelit heart of the shelves, waits The Librarian — a woman whose name has been lost so long that even Ataluma calls her only by her function. But she remembers enough.

She looks at Serafine and sees what Serafine cannot yet understand: She knew what I was before I did.

ATALUMA — Page 2 📖 ✨The Forgotten Door

She followed the map that breathed beneath her fingertips to the Forgotten Door. A threshold that should not exist — yet stood open, as if it had always known her. She did not fall. She was called. And on the other side, someone was waiting. A stranger made of roses, glass, and golden light — one who did not command the impossible, but made it gentle enough to enter.

In Ataluma, welcome is magic. 🌹 ✨

ATALUMA — Page 1 📖 ✨The Map

In an old house above the Pacific, in Vaucluse, Sydney, Serafine finds a map that has been waiting for her.

Not a map of a place — a map of a calling.

Beneath Antarctica, Ataluma begins to wake. ❄️🗺️

ATALUMA — Prologue · Scroll 0 📜✨

A forgotten continent sleeps beneath Antarctica. Not dead. Not lost. Only hidden.

This is the first scroll of Ataluma: Myths of Antarctica — a mythic world of ancient doors, listening stones, golden libraries, moonlit coasts, sacred lakes, and maps that remember who they are meant to awaken.

Beneath the ice, Ataluma waited. Until one day, a map began to wake.🗺️

ATALUMA — Myths of Antarctica ❄️🗺️

There are places the world forgets because remembering them would change everything.

Beneath the ice at the end of the Earth, an older name is waiting:

ATALUMA.

This is where the journey begins — long before the ice, before the world forgot her name.

Ataluma — Myths of Antarctica A mythic BD / worldbuilding project, 15 years in the making. ✨

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This world has lived quietly inside me for almost 15 years. Ataluma and the Renaissance Punk Girls were born from love, and I dedicate them to Giby, my soul mate, whose presence gives my days their warmth, and to Leelou, my beloved cat, whose little soul will always walk beside me in the hidden rooms of this world. For a long time, Ataluma existed as a dream, a fragment, and an inner light. Now, at last, with the tools of this time, it has been given a visible face. 💛🐾✨

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All Ataluma scrolls & pages will be gathered here.

READING ORDER ⤋

🗺️Map 1 — Ataluma

📜 SCROLL 0 — Prologue

📖 PAGE 1 — The Map

📖 PAGE 2 — The Forgotten Door

📖PAGE 3 — La Bibliothèque Dorée

📖PAGE 4 — The Acorn

📖PAGE 5 — The Ridge of The Listening Stone

🗺️Map 2 — The Ridge of The Listening Stone