Luna

Luna does not roar like the sun nor blind with searing brilliance. She reigns in silence, a steady glow draped across the night, a queen of shadows and silver light. On Astra, she is more than a celestial body—she is the weaver of dreams and the guardian of cycles, pulling at tides, at blood, at the hidden rhythm within all living things.

She is mystery and revelation entwined. To mortals, Luna is comfort, a lantern in darkness; to gods, she is the reminder that even the brightest stars must bow to the night. Her phases tell stories of growth, of loss, of return—waning to teach humility, waxing to promise renewal.

Legends whisper that when she walks the realms, her eyes carry reflections of countless nights, soft yet unyielding, seeing truths cloaked in shadow. On Astra, Luna is not merely the goddess of the moon—she is time’s mirror, the pulse of the unseen, the quiet companion to both the wanderer and the dreamer, eternal in her watch.