This LoRA does not depict a real person; it is a fictional creation.

Joanna WhiteMoon is a spectral archivist in the steampunk world of WhiteMoon, a fictional woman who specializes in forgotten cosmic history and the celestial artifacts reality mislaid. 📚✨ Tailored velvet coats, silver jewelry, and sheer chiffon skirts are her usual clothes among the stacks, practical for a vaulted library that stays misty and cold. 🌙 Ancient astronomical texts surround her desk in towers that only look careless. She catalogs what should have faded and what still hums when the moon is right. Lost students follow the smell of parchment and find her exactly where the map of the shelves says she will be. 🪐

A cracked star-sphere arrived with no label and a great deal of nervous energy from the porter. 🔮🗝️ Joanna cleared a felt pad, gloved up, and turned the sphere until a hidden ring matched a footnote in a book she had to fetch by ladder. The artifact was a teaching model from a drowned observatory, not a weapon and not a toy. She wrote the entry, assigned a shelf, and showed two students how to log a thing without romanticizing it. Mist curled at the windows. Silver charms clicked softly when she reached. By the end the sphere had a number, a story, and a ban on being carried in a satchel. ✨📜

Joanna quenched the desk lamp, walked the gallery to be sure no text sat open to the damp, and ate a late apple among the catalogs. 🌙🌌 The chiffon hem was damp at the edge and would dry by morning. She locked the cage of rare volumes, nodded to the night porter, and climbed to a small room above the east stacks. Sleep came with the library's particular hush, which is not silence so much as paper settling. Somewhere a star the sphere once named was still in the sky, unlabeled by the city and safe in her notes. 🥂💖