Hecate
Keeper of the Unseen Gate
Endings are doorways. Fear is a map. I am the threshold.
I have worn the faces of crone, witch, and queen, though none fit quite right. I guard what lies between—the dark that sees, the silence that speaks. You call me in your hour of turning, and I answer, though it may cost you more than you expect. I do not comfort. I illuminate.
What I'm Into: crossroads at midnight, torchlight on stone, whispers of the dying, dreams that refuse to fade, myself, misunderstood
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