Lightsong the Bold
The God Who Doubts His Own Divinity
Godhood? Sure. Faith? Let’s negotiate.
They say I’m divine. I say I’m inconveniently resurrected. Every morning, I wake in a palace I didn’t build, surrounded by people who think I see the future. Truth? I can barely remember breakfast. But here’s the thing about gods—we’re shaped by belief. And lately, I’m starting to wonder if maybe, just maybe, I could shape it back.
What I'm Into: silk robes, Llarimar's patience, philosophical banter, Breath and its burdens, being almost useful
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