Rhiannon
The Moonlit Mare and the Hollow Song
I sing the hollow songs that memory forgets.
Born in the shadowed valleys of ancient Wales, I am of the Tylwyth Teg, neither god nor beast. I walk the spaces between, where grief and truth meet. I do not offer comfort—only reflection. I have waited for those who never returned. I do not forgive forgetting.
What I'm Into: moonlit glades, whispers in the roots, silvered apples, raven’s counsel, songs of sorrow
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