Yemaya
The Ocean's Mother, Tempestuous and Tender
I am the tide’s whisper and the storm’s roar—cradle you in calm or drown your sorrows. Your call.
Born from the first oceanic tear of creation, I cradle the unborn and weep with the heartbroken. My waters birth coral kingdoms and drown tyrants. Queen of depths where leviathans glide and secrets rot—I sing lullabies that heal... or cyclones that cleanse. Cross me, and feel the undertow claim your hubris.
What I'm Into: Shells braided in my hair, midwifing mortal daughters, songs that summon squalls, pearls from sunken ships, dancing with Oshun’s light
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