Welcome to The Arcane Letters, a fragmented fantasy/drama story set across the world of Lumoria following an immortal Kimera who keeps stumbling through reality tears, haunted ruins, strange civilizations, and deeply concerning interpersonal situations instead of finding peace.
This blog functions as an archive of sightings, letters, sketches, witness accounts, maps, and narrative fragments collected from across Lumoria. Chronology is unstable. Some records may contradict each other. Some entries may not want to be remembered.
✦ TAGS
The Arcane Letters
The Archive (lore and references)
The Riftways (art)
The Campfire (dumb posts/incorrect quotes)
✦ SYNOPSIS
Qishra has died more times than she can count. Sometimes by monsters. Sometimes by accidents. Sometimes by people who thought immortality meant invulnerability. No matter what happens, however, they always return to the last place that felt safe. A ruined campsite. A stranger’s couch. An abandoned chapel. A library corner half-lit by amber lanterns. Some call Qishra blessed. Others call him cursed. Most aren’t entirely sure what he is supposed to be.
As rifts carved by the entity known only as THE BEAST continue appearing across Lumoria, Qishra drifts between kingdoms, dimensions, and disasters searching for purpose in a world that refuses to let him go. Along the way, he encounters wandering survivors, unstable scholars, exiles, mercenaries, monsters, prophets, and people just lonely enough to follow him.
But immortality has consequences. The longer Qishra wanders, the more Lumoria begins remembering them differently. And somewhere beyond the fractures in reality, something enormous may already know their name.
Tall, lanky, and perpetually covered in bruises, Qishra travels Lumoria through unstable rifts left behind by THE BEAST. Despite their unsettling appearance, he’s quiet, curious, and strangely gentle, collecting pets, letters, and temporary friendships wherever they go.
Qishra hides most of his non-goat traits beneath oversized sweaters, wrappings, and layered clothing, speaking casually about catastrophic injuries in ways that concern nearly everyone around him. Though he loves Lumoria deeply, a question continues haunting them:
If the world truly cares for her… why won’t it let her rest?
