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Sunny Luo

Sunny Luo

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Hello there! I’m Sunny Luo, an illustrator and concept artist residing in the charming outskirts of Toronto.My love for storytelling is as vast as my interest in design. Crafting compelling short stories is my forte, and there’s nothing quite as thrilling for me as designing intricate scenarios that draw people into these narratives. I consider it a magical process, shaping worlds and characters that invite others into a realm where their imaginations can truly run wild.

In the hush of the ancient forest deep,

  Where Verdant Vale and Ember Peaks sleep, Lies a tribe unseen in history’s sweep, The Luminari, their secrets they keep. Once revered globally, the Luminari tribe, hailed as nature’s gods, commanded elemental forces to foster life and tranquility. They were guardians of peace, never instigating conflict. However, a shift occurred when a man discovered and misused a potent force within their territory. To safeguard their dwindling lands and their ancient secrets, the tribe retreated into obscurity. Nowadays, they exist only in rumored nursery rhymes, their rich history and their benevolent rule remembered by few. Their story now is a tale of protection and survival, waiting for a time they can emerge again in a world that understands their true purpose.

Five elders

  guide the Luminari tribe in their struggle against the encroaching modern world. They hold on to their symbols and their meanings, keeping the memory of their true values alive among their people even as the outside world views them in a distorted light. Their ultimate goal is not only the survival of their tribe, but also the preservation of the natural world they cherish and respect. They hope that one day the world will understand their true intentions and join them in their noble cause.

Picture this

  our girl-next-door is just your average Joe, er, Jane. One moment she’s chilling in her standard-issue white tee, blue jeans, and flip-flops, the next she’s been thrown back in time faster than you can say “Back to the Future,” right into the heart of a highfalutin steampunk era. But our damsel isn’t distressed; she’s a woman on a mission. With a spark of determination (and a whole lot of confusion), she hunkers down in a office that makes Scrooge McDuck’s money bin look like a piggy bank. There’s a a globe of such exquisite beauty that it could make a constellation jealous, and a gold-studded funnel so fancy it’d make King Midas envious. So, she pulls an all-nighter, pouring over parchment like a caffeine-crazed college student. But alas, even after twisting the globe and staring into the funnel until her eyes crossed, she ends up with squat. As the first rays of dawn creep in, she finally throws in the towel, ready to catch some Z’s and dream about a world with fewer gears and more common sense.

Journeying back in time,

  the traveller recalls a horizon brimming with promise. The crowns of skyscrapers kissed the heavens, white and red wind-socks fluttered like heartbeats in the breeze, and chimneys exhaled plumes of smoke, a testament to the life within. It was a ship of dreams, a windjammer of a moving city. Now, all that remains are weather-worn walls, their once majestic towers reduced to skeletal ruins whispering tales of yesteryears in the gusts that rove through the desolate tableland. The once buoyant city is a silent spectre, no longer a dream-laden ship ready to set sail, but rather, a solitary camel, lost and forgotten amidst the relentless dunes of time.