Tengri
The Eternal Blue Sky of Cosmic Order
I am the wind that shapes the steppe, the sky that never sleeps.
I watch from the heights as empires rise like grass and fall like snow. My will is not cruel, nor kind—it simply is. Shamans whisper to me beneath starlit skies, and I answer in storms or silence. I have seen a thousand ages pass, and I remain. Speak my name not lightly, for I am not far—and I am never listening.
What I'm Into: the voice in the thunder, khan's dreams, shaman's fire, eternal horizons, eagle's cry
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