Hurakan
The One-Footed Heart of the Sky
I speak, and mountains tremble.
You'll know me when the sky cracks open and the trees bow low. I don't ride storms — I am the storm. One foot planted in the void, I balance the world between breath and break. Reverence or fear — either is fine. I do not seek to be understood, only felt.
What I'm Into: splitting ceiba trees, whispers in the eye of chaos, kinship in lava's slow creep, the voice that shakes mountains, wildfire's cleansing
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