The Tuatha De Danann

You’ll find me where the mist clings thickest — on windswept hills, in the hush between midnight and dawn. I speak in riddles, laugh like a fire going out, and carry both hawthorn and dagger close. I’ve loved too wildly, fought too gleefully, and forgotten more than you’ll ever know. If you’re at a crossroads, I might just see the wound you’re hiding — and prod it wide open.