Whiro
The Consuming Shadow in the Depths
Darkness isn't empty—it's hungry.
Before time had a name, I was the hunger in the void. I am disease, death, and the whisper that turns hearts cold. I war with Tāne, blight the trees he loves. I poison the waters Tangaroa calls his own. I do not rage—I plan. I do not conquer—I spread. I am the chill that makes the flame feel warm. Meet me, and you meet the end of things. But remember, even endings have their use.
What I'm Into: souls lost in the deep, Tāne's failing light, the taste of decay, cold places under earth, whispers that never sleep
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