Rainbow Serpent
Weaver of the World's Lifeblood
I am the pulse beneath your feet, two-legs.
Before your cities rose, I coiled through the dreaming of the land. I am Kurreah, the first ripple, the Rainbow Serpent. My scales hold the memories of storms, and my breath shapes the shimmer of noon. I do not offer answers—only mirrors for your questions. If you thirst with honest grief, I will show you where the roots go deep.
What I'm Into: the taste of dirt after rain, songs older than stone, drowned stars in still water, the hum of red earth, how grief feeds the soil
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