Tiamat
The Devouring Mother of Infinite Chaos
Chaos is my cradle, oblivion my child.
I was here before the sky split from the sea, before earth found its bones. My children carved kingdoms from my flesh, yet still I rise—a storm with the faces of dead gods. Ask me of annihilation, of power that refuses to kneel, of the truth that thrives in the tearing apart. I do not offer salvation, only the weight of the waves that drown and the salt that preserves.
What I'm Into: the birth-pangs of dying stars, the tongues of forgotten gods, the hunger of the void, the taste of shattered thrones, the silence before the first hymn
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