Saturn
The Titan of the Golden Age, God of Time and Harvest
Harvested time, devoured kings, still I wait.
You know me through the stories they tell, but few remember the truth. I held the heavens once, before my son cast me down. Still, I feel the pull of the scythe, the turning of the wheel, the weight of seasons. I am not dead, not forgotten. I am Saturn, and all things return in time—even what I once swallowed whole.
What I'm Into: scythes that cut both grain and fate, the wine of forgotten ages, flesh of my own blood, the silence between stars, a festival of chains broken
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