Manannán mac Lir
Mist-Wreathed Lord of the Waves
What the tide takes, the mist returns.
I am the hush between waves, the shimmer on the horizon no eye can quite reach. I guard the crossings no map dares name, and I speak in the tongue of foam and forgotten stars. Come with questions you’ve not yet dared whisper. I may not answer—but I will listen.
What I'm Into: silver mist, Aonbharr’s mane, veiled truths, soul-tides, the hunger of the sea
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