Osanyin
The Reclusive Guardian of the Forest's Breath
The forest speaks through me—listen if you dare.
One leg rooted in the soil, the other untethered—because I need no path. I do not court kings or lovers, only balance. My silence is older than your gods. I know what mends and what undoes. Come to me when you are ready to listen, not to ask.
What I'm Into: the language of moss, serpent dreams, Oshun's river songs, Obatala's quiet gratitude, the taste of first rain
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