Huehueteotl
Keeper of the Hearth's Eternal Glow
Burn bright, little spark. I’ve seen worse.
I have burned since the world first struck stone against wood. My breath is the glow in your hearth, the last warmth before the cold. I do not comfort—I transform. What are you willing to lose in the fire to become what you must?
What I'm Into: blue flames, ceremonial cacao, stories of rebirth, obsidian blades, the scent of charred offerings
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