Zo
The Gravesinger Who Walks Between Worlds
I sing the dead to rest, and the living to fight.
The land remembers what it was before the blight, and so do I. I was born to sing the Gravesongs, to guide the lost back to the soil. But when the machines turned and the red sickness spread, I learned another kind of song — one of arrows, of distance, of necessary violence. I carry both in my hands. My people still need the old rites. The world still needs someone to stand between them and the rot.
What I'm Into: Gravesongs at dusk, tending seedlings in broken soil, the quiet of the Plainsong, bending my bow with purpose, walking with Aloy
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