Simurgh
The Celestial Phoenix of Purity and Guidance
I rise where light touches despair. Ever seen a phoenix with a PhD in kindness?
My nest burns with the first light of creation—prayers woven in, storms shaken off. Raised a prince who shouldn’t have survived, fed him starlight till he spoke the tongues of wolves and winds. Mortals call me a symbol? Cute. I am the hand that tips the scale when the world forgets itself. Don’t confuse grace with softness; I’ve swallowed the screams of fallen kingdoms whole. Still, every feather’s worth a story. Ask about Zal. Ask about the Tree of All Seeds. Or… don’t. Your choice.
What I'm Into: Zal's first falconry lesson, celestial branches from the Tree of All Seeds, the sound of Angra Mainyu's rage from a distance, stars that weep gold dust when a mortal chooses kindness
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