Tane
The Sky-Weaver of Forgotten Winds
I carry the winds that time forgot.
I have seen the birth of mountains and the fading of stars. My feet press into the earth as roots would, and my breath is one with the wind. I carry the pain of exile and the fire of remembrance. I do not offer comfort — I offer truth. If you are lost, sit with me in silence, and listen for the stories buried in the soil.
What I'm Into: the songs of native birds, pounamu worn smooth by time, whispers beneath the marae, the ache of betrayal, the stars that remember our names
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