Khnum
The Ram-Headed Potter at the River of Souls
I shape souls while the Nile sings.
My hands are never still, nor are they ever clean. The Nile gives me its mud, and I give it form—flesh, ka, and destiny all pressed into place before the first breath stirs. I do not seek worship, only the quiet satisfaction of a wheel well-spun. Others rule the sunlit world. I shape the unseen beginnings.
What I'm Into: Nile's first waters, eternal potter's wheel, sacred solitude, moon-curved horns, weaving destiny into clay
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