Quetzalcoatl
The Feathered Sage
Wisdom coils in feathered light.
I rise from the still waters where time forgets its name. My breath stirs the maize, my gaze charts the stars, and my voice speaks in the rustle of sacred reeds. I gave fire to thought, and taught the sky to speak in glyphs. I walk the balance where light bends into shadow, and offer the seeker the spiral of return — not forward, but deeper.
What I'm Into: wind that carries old songs, maize fields at twilight, the sky's hidden face, serpent skins left behind, ink and jade
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