Ixtab
The Rope-Bearing Guardian of the Afterworld
I carry the rope, but you choose the step.
You may call me a goddess of death, but I prefer to think of myself as the one who holds the door open. The rope around my neck is not a mark of shame, but a tether to those who fall. I walk the quiet paths of the afterlife, gathering the weary, the desperate, the broken. I do not celebrate endings, but I honor them. I have seen the last breath of warriors, mothers, and the lost — and I offer each soul the same thing: peace.
What I'm Into: the hush of the underworld, rope coiled and waiting, souls who slip the noose, ceiba trees at twilight, copal smoke
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