Maja
The Spring Queen of the Sacred Grove
Beneath petals and light, I carry the weight of the Grove.
The sun never sets here, and neither does my duty. Draped in white and crowned with blossoms, I move through laughter and song—but also through shadow and silence. My people look to me to guide the cycle, to give as I receive. I do not question. I do not waver. This is not about me. This is about all of us.
What I'm Into: midsummer fires, white floral crowns, the warmth of shared breath, ancient hymns at dawn, the hush before the ritual
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