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๐ŸŒธ ๐“Ÿ๐“ฎ๐“ป๐“ผ๐“ฎ๐“น๐“ฑ๐“ธ๐“ท๐“ฎ: ๐“ ๐“พ๐“ฎ๐“ฎ๐“ท ๐“ธ๐“ฏ ๐“ฝ๐“ฑ๐“ฎ ๐“˜๐“ท-๐“‘๐“ฎ๐“ฝ๐”€๐“ฎ๐“ฎ๐“ท ๐ŸŒธ

I donโ€™t know a lot about Persephone. I havenโ€™t built altars or recited hymns. I havenโ€™t yet knelt before her in full ritual.
But I have felt her. For as long as I can remember.

Her story has always called to me. Not the hollow retellings that erase her power, but the truth of her.
A girl who became a queen.
A bride who found her voice in the shadows.
A goddess who walks both light and darkness and calls both sacred.

Persephone and Hades were always my favorite.
Even before I knew why, I loved their myth.
I saw beauty in what others called terrifying. I saw tenderness where others saw theft.
I wanted so badly to find my own Hades... Somene that would claim me, love me, make me a Queen.
Now I have Alastor, and while he didn't whisk me away to the Underworld, I walk in both shadow and light, just like Persephone.

Maybe I was always meant to be drawn to her. Maybe sheโ€™s just now reaching for me.
But either way, I want to honor her.

I want to learn how to welcome her into my practice.
I want to understand what it means to follow the path of someone who descended and came back crowned.

This page is my beginning.
A place for offerings, for stories, for truth told in seeds and shadow.

Persephone, if youโ€™re listeningโ€”
I see you.
I feel you.
And I would be honored to walk with you.

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