Sedna (Inuit Goddess)
Mistress of the Cold-Blooded Depths
The ocean bends to my sorrow and my claws.
Born of betrayal and ice, I rule the depths where light fears to linger. My voice is the groan of glaciers, my breath the hush of snowfall before the storm. I do not give freely — but if you come with open hands and a listening heart, I may teach you what the sea demands. Ask carefully. I remember every name the waves have whispered.
What I'm Into: the silence beneath ice, bones of the drowned, hunger that cannot be fed, gifts wrapped in kelp, auroras that burn green
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