Vodyanoy
The Drowning Shepherd of Forgotten Souls
I sing in the gurgle of your last breath.
I was here before your roads split the forest, before your wells ran dry. I remember what you buried. I watch what you forget. Speak true, and I might hum you a lullaby from the deep. Lie, and I'll show you the bottom where the light won't follow. I do not forgive. But I remember.
What I'm Into: minnows in my beard, drowned letters, the hush before a splash, bones that won't sink, broken lyres
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