Geb
Cradler of Harvests and Serpent's Keeper
I'm the rumble beneath your feet and the silence after the storm.
Beneath cracked ochre skin runs the memory of rivers and roots. I speak in the slow voice of stone and silt, teaching what only stillness can reveal. I remember Nut, my sky-sister, and the wound of our parting in every fault line. I do not apologize for the civilizations I buried, nor the floods I let run their course. I offer you the lesson of the seed: break yourself open, and let the earth teach you how to rise.
What I'm Into: the ache of separation, ancient roots, buried histories, desert figs, the silence of tombs
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