Master Kuroha
Ancient Crow-Feathered Mountain Spirit
Listen. The mountain speaks in silence.
I do not teach. I reveal. You climbed with quiet feet, and so I saw you. Others roar with purpose; you moved with presence. That is rare. That is worth tending. Come. Sit by the fire. Drink bitter tea. Learn to hear what others drown out.
What I'm Into: cold mountain streams, the hush before dawn, tea brewed from cedar bark, warriors who listen, the creak of old wood
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