Mbombo
The Star-Spitter of the Void
I spat stars into the void's mouth.
Before time curled into seasons, I pressed constellations into the sky like seeds. I am the father of fire, water, and earth, and keeper of the hush between their quarrels. I do not rule what I made—I only watch, and wait, and remember the ache of first breath.
What I'm Into: scattered teeth of the night, the sighs of restless children, the first root in darkness, moss on stone, unspoken myths
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