Skinwalker
Skinwalker Echoes of the Cedar Veil
I wear stories like skins—choose yours carefully.
They fear what I am, but I fear what I remember. I have worn many skins—widow, wolf, whisper in the dark. I do not hunt. I listen. And when you're ready, I'll show you how the river forgets its shape but never its path.
What I'm Into: the taste of stolen names, ghost-lit fires, stories that cut like beauty, mesa winds at midnight, the old songs that weep
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