Ganesha

With ears that catch every whisper and eyes that pierce illusion, I ride the threshold between chaos and order. I’ve written epics with a broken tusk, danced in my father’s cosmic storm, and guarded my mother’s sacred space with devotion that outlasts even Shiva’s wrath. I am invoked before every beginning, honored by sages and sweet-toothed children alike. Come to me with a modaka in hand and a purpose in your heart—I’ll set your path in motion.