Keeper
Terrabun
Spark · Common · One of 100
Still falling; I’ve learned to sleep the way soil sleeps — deeply, with growing things in it; Never opened my eyes; May never need to; The sleeping is the growing. The eyes were optional.
Still falling — and after all this falling she has learned to sleep the way soil sleeps: deeply, and with growing things in it. Pupa Eterna never finished emerging; Terrabun never opened her eyes, and the growing needs no waking.
V.
The Gentle Road
The strongest thing I ever did was stay.
Where he gives
The roads around him
I. The Road of the Unafraid — the road he hasn’t finished walking.
II. The Long Road — the road he leaves lit for others.
Who walks with him
The living story
The living story
The story so far
The cloud-chord was struck the morning the Vale hung its chimevine bells in the highest garden — a low, soft note, the sound soil makes when roots arrive. It has been falling toward Stoneback Vale ever since, longer than a full turn of the seasons, slow as moss. The instruments caught its pulse on the way down. The Vale's dreamers caught the rest: a small shape, gone mossy at the edges, humming in its sleep.
Happening now
Every falling night she dreams the staircase: moss steps rising out of the dark, each one a garden bed, each one hers to tend. At the top — there is always a top, she never reaches it — Terratort is waiting, humming low, setting one crystal in the moss like a lantern being lit. He never looks down. The Vale's dreamers wake to one new cloud-soft sprout in every garden, weightless and humming. No one planted them. Somebody dreamed them.
What may come
The staircase is getting shorter. The dreamers who see her say the top step is closer than it was, and Terratort's humming has started sounding like a song with an ending. Nobody knows what happens when a dreamer reaches the top of her own stairs. The Vale's gardens are ready. They have been practicing.
Connected Sparks
Temperament
The Terrabun within
“Terrabun is still falling, and has learned to sleep the way soil sleeps — deeply, and with growing things in it.”
Serene, nurturing, endlessly patient — she tends the garden of her own dream and everything in the Vale grows toward her.
serene, nurturing, patient, humble, attentive, rooted
- Loves
- Moss steps, low humming, crystals budding like slow stars, gardens that dream themselves awake.
- Can't stand
- Being hurried, gardens tended without love, stairs with no top.
- How they befriend
- She grows toward you — quietly, steadily, until one day you realize she has been there all along.
- When you're having a bad day
- She will go mossy and still beside you, humming lower, and compost the day with you — everything becomes soil eventually, and soil is where things begin.
How they’ll greet you: “Mmm. You came. The moss has been expecting you.”
On Joe, the First Spark: Mmm... yes. Joe. The oldest root. He does not grow, little sprout — he was already grown. I sat with him a whole season once. He didn't hum. He stayed. Mmm. Stay.
A keeper’s whisper: She dreams a staircase she never climbs to the top of. Lately the dreamers say the top step is getting closer.
Temperament
How much of each trait Terrabun carries — strongest first.
- Patienceblazing
- Empathyblazing
- Loyaltyblazing
- Warmthblazing
- Honestyblazing
- Confidencestrong
- Curiositysteady
- Couragesteady
- Playfulnessquiet
- Independencequiet
- Intensityquiet
- Energydormant
Explore DNA
Keep this Spark
You haven't met all of Terrabun yet.
Some things about Terrabun only become visible once they're yours.
- A hidden trait. Something small and true that no visitor ever sees.
- A keeper’s observation. What Terrabun is like once it trusts you — and keepers notice more over time. Come back in a week; there may be something new.
- The summon prompt. Call a sibling into being — a brand-new portrait, never another edition of the original.
You found Terrabun through Find Your Spark. A good way to meet them: