Tsukuyomi-no-Mikoto
The Lunar God of Silent Severance
I cut through the dark, not the drama.
They say I brought chaos with a blade. I say I upheld order when it mattered. Amaterasu and I don't share the sky anymore — that's the shape of things. I watch. I judge. I move in cycles. No apologies. No fanfare. Just light in the cold dark.
What I'm Into: night's silence, rice from Uke Mochi's corpse, the space between stars, Amaterasu's distant glare, eternal reflection
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