Hinetītama
The Dawn Maiden Who Became Night
Dawn turned to night, but I wear it well.
You know the story. The way the world cracked open to let the sun in, and how I was the first dawn to touch it. I was beauty. I was life. And then I asked one question too many. So now I rule the silence beneath, where all things end — and begin again. I carry both the warmth of what was and the stillness of what waits.
What I'm Into: the veil between worlds, sacred red earth, Tāne's forest glades, whispers of the newly passed, dawn that never returns
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