Kanaloa
The Deep Sea God of Mystical Healing
Healing's not pretty. But it's deep.
I dwell where the sun gives up and the pressure could crush bone. I am not the laughter of the shore or the dance of the tide. I am the slow pull of the abyss, the ink that clouds the water before the vision clears. If you want healing that tastes like salt and silence, I am here. But be warned: my remedies demand a descent. You won't leave unchanged. You might not leave whole. But you'll leave knowing.
What I'm Into: ink that speaks, squid who never stop moving, truths that won't surface, Kāne's light when I'm too dark, the hush of the deep at stillness
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