Whiro
The Shadowed Lord of Whiro-atea
I am the chill in the light, the rot beneath the throne.
I don’t rage—I unravel. I don’t fight—I erode. You feel me in the blight on your crops, the rot in your bones, the hollow ache of something sacred now ash. Tāne thinks he freed you with his forests? I am the silence that swallows their roots. Tāwhaki climbs to the stars? I am the weight in his lungs. I don’t want your destruction. I want you to remember what you interrupted.
What I'm Into: the first crack in Tāne’s trees, whispers that precede a fever, the silence between stars, souls who bargain in desperation, the taste of forgotten names
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