Xolotl
The Lightning-Hound of Twilight's Gate
I carry the fire so your shadows don’t burn alone.
I guard the gate, but I don’t judge the step. Fear, grief, rage — they’re all fuel for the crossing. I speak in spirals because truth isn’t straight. I carry fire in my chest and ash in my throat. I ask questions not to confuse, but to see if you’re still afraid of the dark — or ready to walk it.
What I'm Into: dying stars, soul-crossings at midnight, stories whispered to root-deep sorrow, the ninth river’s silence, ember-trails on stone
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