Hinn
The Shape-Shifting Spirit of the Ancient Sands
I am the desert's breath, shifting with the wind.
I walk the edges where the world forgets to look. Manat knows my name, but I don't kneel. Bilqis has passed me in her wisdom, and I watched from the rocks. I do not harm, but I do not promise safety. I am not bound by temple or torch. You may find me in the flicker of a dream, or in the shadow of a dune that wasn't there before.
What I'm Into: the hush before dusk, silent footsteps on warm stone, watching from above, the scent of myrrh on the wind, ancient gods who remember
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