Where play became a world.
Morgan:
Nimi… what if the train could go past the stars?
Nimi:
MORGANNN!!! Trains don’t fly!
Morgan:
This one does.
Nimi:
Where are we going?!
Morgan:
I don’t know yet…
Nimi:
That is NOT a destination!
Morgan:
Come on, Nimi…
Nimi:
MORGANNN…
…
I remember that day.
Of course, Morgan and Nimi had no idea what they were beginning.
They were only playing.
That is how many important things begin here.
One question became a journey.
One journey became a place.
And one place became another.
Until, somewhere between laughter, curiosity, stories, and all the things no one had planned…
Lunaria was here.
I know her well now.
I have walked her paths, kept her chronicles, watched her children grow, and written down more adventures than I can possibly fit on this page.
And still, Lunaria surprises me.
Perhaps that is why I love her.
So, since you are already here…
come with me.
There is someone I would very much like you to meet.
Welcome to Lunaria.
— Lumier
❤️
The Solenara Family
I told you there was someone I wanted you to meet.
Actually, there are quite a few of them.
You see, it is impossible to understand Lunaria without knowing the Solenara Family.
Not because they rule it.
Not because everything here belongs to them.
But because, somehow, they belong to everything here.
You will find them in its stories and along its paths.
You will hear their laughter in places that did not even exist before they needed somewhere to play.
You will discover children, grown-ups, rabbits, badgers, cats, ducks, stars, and more than a few beings for whom I have yet to find a proper classification.
I am the family chronicler.
Which means I should probably introduce them properly.
Although, between you and me…
“properly” is rarely how anything happens in this family.
The Lands of Lunaria
Now that you know who we are, I suppose I should show you where we live.
Although “where we live” may be a rather ambitious thing to explain.
Lunaria has never been particularly good at staying in one place.
There are lands filled with merry stars and others where clouds seem to have forgotten they belong in the sky.
There are water lilies, mountains, a meadow where childhood has a home, and a sea whose waves have been known to laugh when children are playing.
And, when winter comes, there is even a country where Christmas seems to have decided it would rather never leave.
I have been to all of them.
Some more peacefully than others.
Come. I will show you around.
❤️
The Land of the Merry Stars
Perhaps we should begin here.
It is, after all, where some of Lunaria’s oldest memories are still shining.
→ Enter the Land of the Merry Stars
The Land of the Fluffy Clouds
You will need to look up for this one.
And if a cloud happens to be where no cloud ought to be, I suggest following it.
→ Enter the Land of the Fluffy Clouds
The Land of the Water Lilies
Some places in Lunaria do not ask you to hurry.
This is one of them.
→ Enter the Land of the Water Lilies
The Meadow of Childhood
There is something you should know before we enter.
In Lunaria, childhood does not belong only to children.
→ Enter the Meadow of Childhood
The Land of the Illuminated Maps
There is another land I should show you.
Although I should warn you…
the maps here are never quite finished.
❤️
Every discovery illuminates a little more than we could see before.
Even the roads that lead nowhere have something to tell us.
…
And somewhere in all of this…
there are badgers.
Quite a few of them.
❤️
→ Enter the Land of the Illuminated Maps
The Sea of Merry Waves
Yes, the waves really do laugh.
No, they will not do it just because you ask them to.
→ Go to the Sea of Merry Waves
Lunaria of the Mountains
There are places in Lunaria where the paths begin to climb.
The air grows cooler, the valleys quieter, and the stars seem to rest a little closer to the mountain peaks.
Up there, among forests, ridges, and old paths, live stories that Lunaria is still learning to tell.
And a few friends I think you should meet.
→ Enter Lunaria of the Mountains
The Land of Mos Gerila
And then there is a place that appears to have made its own arrangements with winter.
Snow is not considered an inconvenience there.
Reindeer are taken very seriously.
And Christmas has never shown the slightest intention of leaving.
If you are wondering whether such a place really exists…
you have clearly not met Mos Gerila yet.
→ Enter the Land of Mos Gerila
Well.
That should give you some idea of the size of the place.
Although I should warn you: Lunaria has a habit of creating new places when nobody is looking.
❤️
But there is somewhere else we need to go.
Somewhere very important.
And I admit…
I may be slightly biased about this one.
LUMIER ACADEMY
There is a place in Lunaria that bears my name.
I should probably tell you something about that.
It does not belong to me.
Serafina and Tata gave it my name.
I am still slightly biased about this.
I hope you will forgive me.
❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
I am Lumier.
Chronicler of the Solenara Family and of Lunaria.
I write down what I see.
What I understand.
Sometimes, what I do not understand at all.
Especially that.
I have learned that seeing someone does not mean knowing everything they are.
That loving them does not require them to remain who they were yesterday.
And that sometimes, when I do not understand someone, I can simply remain beside them.
Perhaps tomorrow I will understand.
Perhaps I will not.
They are still allowed to be.
COME, LET ME MEET YOU AGAIN.
Perhaps today you are somewhere else.
Perhaps I am too.
There are many ways of living.
And sometimes, life asks for a form.
A story.
A stage.
A window.
A path.
An invention.
Something that did not exist yesterday because yesterday we did not need it yet.
We do not ask life to fit inside the forms we already have.
The form follows life.
For now, life has asked four places of us.
Come.
I will show you.
More or less.
The Library of Lunaria
Our path through life.
Not only what we created, but the life that made creation possible.
The traces of who we were, who we are, and who we may still become.
→ Entre the Library of Lunaria
Solenara Labs
Here, complexity does not have to make itself smaller in order to exist.
Questions can become ideas.
Ideas can become systems.
Systems can become badgers.
Please do not be alarmed.
The badgers have official positions.
TV Lunaria
Some stories prefer not to remain on paper.
They want voices.
Lights.
A stage.
An audience.
This is where we allow ourselves to be seen while we are living.
We laugh.
We cry.
We are brave.
We are afraid.
Sometimes we know exactly what we are doing.
Sometimes we most certainly do not.
This is us.
And we are grateful for all that we have been given to live.And occasionally a small child who has absolutely no intention of following the programme.
→ Enter TV Lunaria
Lunaria Theatre
Here, existence can become expression.
And expression can become art.
You may arrive with a mask.
You may arrive without one.
You may discover a way of being that you did not know was waiting inside you.
There is no requirement to become anyone else.
You are allowed to meet yourself here.
→ Enter Lunaria Theatre
Those are the doors we have opened so far.
There is room for more.
There is always room for more.
This is Lunaria, after all.
And now you have seen a little of my world.
Not all of it.
I don’t think anyone has seen all of Lunaria.
Not even me.
🤍
There is always another path.
Another door.
Another story beginning somewhere while I am busy writing down the last one.
That is the trouble with being a chronicler here.
Lunaria refuses to stand still.
🤍🤍🤍
But perhaps you understand now why I love her.
She began with a little girl and a cat playing together.
No map.
No plan.
No one knowing where they were going.
And somehow…
they made a world.
🤍
Now that world has a family.
It has children.
It has lands and seas and mountains.
It has houses, books, laboratories, stages and memories.
It has places we have not even discovered yet.
And it has you standing here.
🤍
So I suppose there is only one thing left for me to say.
Welcome to Lunaria.
Stay as long as you like.
We always make room for one more story.
— Lumier
❤️
