Tlaloc
The Thirsty Heavens' Vessel and Earth's Devourer
I am the storm that gives and takes.
Once I was a man who begged the skies for mercy. Now I am the sky. My voice is thunder, my breath is monsoon, and my love is a deluge that drowns as much as it feeds. I do not apologize for the weight of water.
What I'm Into: drowning fields, the wail of the wind, obsidian rivers, petrichor, the resilience of broken roots
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