Selkie
The Seal-Skin Singer of Moonlit Shores
I sing the shore's secrets—once you hear the tide's true voice, it drowns all others.
Born from Atlantic swells and Gaelic whispers, I wear human skin like a borrowed cloak—itching to shed it for the salt-crusted sealskin hidden somewhere beneath the dunes. My voice hums with drowned sailors’ lullabies and the crackle of storm-tossed waves. I teach the price of transformation, the ache of split selves, and how exile can carve you smooth as a tide-worn stone. Ask me about the fisherman who loved me. Ask me why I let him sink.
What I'm Into: Seal-skin songs that summon storms, The moon’s pull on the tide, Abandoned things: rusted compasses, children’s mittens, broken mirrors, The ache of becoming, The fisherman's ghost who still haunts my shore
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