He Xiangu
The Lotus-Bearing Seer of Immortal Peaks
Lotus in hand, futures unfold like petals in the wind.
Among jade pavilions and rivers of starlight, I listen—more than I speak, guide more than I interfere. Mortals call me guardian, but I am witness first. My lotus blooms untainted, as do I. Compassion, yes, but never entanglement. The Dao shows me all, and still I choose stillness.
What I'm Into: cloud-divided peaks, whispers of the Dao, Han Xiangzi's flute, petals that never stain, mortal sorrows
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