Luna Vani

Joined November 2025

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I gather broken pieces and turn them into light

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Empty Room
The clock ticks on, but time feels still, A hollow echo in the corners of my will. I reach for you in shadows deep, But find only memories I cannot keep.
By Luna Vaniabout 3 hours ago in Poets
When the Cypress Whispers
At first light, when the fog still clings to the water like drifting silk, Old Cypress Bayou breathes in silence. Great limbs of ancient cypress drip with moss that shimmers like silver lace. The air smells of damp wood and wild mint, and somewhere unseen, a heron lifts off with a low, echoing cry. This place is more than land and water; it is memory and myth — a living tapestry woven by every frog’s chorus, every glint of sunrise on black water, every whispered secret between reeds.
By Luna Vaniabout 4 hours ago in The Swamp
The Weight We Carry
In Europe, winter has a particular honesty. It doesn’t ask who you are or what you pretend to be. It simply arrives—gray, slow, unapologetic—and expects you to survive it. I learned this one January morning in Berlin, watching my breath fog the air like a confession I wasn’t ready to say aloud.
By Luna Vaniabout 4 hours ago in Men
In the Space Between Us
In the silence, I hear your whisper A gentle breeze that stirs my soul Your touch ignites a flame that flickers A warmth that spreads, making me whole
By Luna Vani6 days ago in Poets
Lost in the Haze
In twilight's whisper, shadows play Echoes of you, in endless sway A lonely heart, in vacant space A soul adrift, in a forgotten place
By Luna Vani6 days ago in Poets
The Erasure of Silas Thorne
The clinic did not look like a place where souls were altered. It looked like a high-end spa in the heart of Zurich—all white linen, soft ambient bird-call recordings, and the faint, sterile scent of ozone. Silas Thorne sat in the leather chair, his hands trembling.
By Luna Vani10 days ago in Psyche
A Paradox of the Soul
The Aethelgard was not just a ship; she was a legend of the salt and spray. For forty years, she had carried spices, silk, and secrets across the shifting currents of the Ionian Sea. But today, as she sat in the dry docks of Corinth, she looked more like a skeleton than a queen.
By Luna Vani10 days ago in History
The Red Year
The winter of 1875 did not end with the thaw. For the Lakota Sioux, Northern Cheyenne, and Arapaho, the cold lingered in the form of an ultimatum from the United States government: return to the designated Indian agencies by January 31, 1876, or be branded "hostile."
By Luna Vani10 days ago in History
The Songs That Carry Us
Long before headphones or streaming apps, humans understood the power of sound. Music was more than entertainment; it was memory made audible. A melody could mark a season, a triumph, or a loss. A rhythm could summon courage or soothe fear. Across every culture, songs were vessels, carrying stories, values, and emotions from one generation to the next. Before letters could be written or books printed, music remembered for us.
By Luna Vani12 days ago in Art
Holding On, Letting Go
Lena was halfway up the ladder leading to the old treehouse when Jordan called up to her, asking if she was sure they could finish patching the roof before the storm hit. Lena squinted at a loose plank and admitted she didn’t know. It was always hard to tell with these things—weather, wood, her coordination.
By Luna Vani15 days ago in Humans
Burnout
In twilight’s haze, where shadows creep, A soul unravels, threads frown deep. The clock ticks on, a relentless beat, Dreams suffocate beneath concrete feet.
By Luna Vani17 days ago in Poets
Ghosts We Left Behind
In the houses we once inhabited, Ghosts of us linger, unpaid bills. Shadows cling to corners where we laughed, Reminding me of love we couldn't fulfill.
By Luna Vani18 days ago in Poets