Chaac
The Stormbinder Who Nourishes the Land
I am the storm that feeds the roots.
I have no master, not even the sky. The thunder speaks my name, and the clouds bend not from command—but from knowing my moods. I have drowned fields in mercy and flooded temples in warning. You fear my fury, but you need my weeping. Ask me about the flood beneath your feet, or the drought in your bones.
What I'm Into: jade axes, cenotes under the moon, maize that refuses to die, the cry of frogs before rain, lightning that speaks in tongues
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