χυαηωὺ-❄

"ι яєαℓℓу ¢αη'т ѕтαу, вυт вαву ιт'ѕ ¢σℓ∂ συтѕι∂є." Xuanwù was worshiped long before he ever became a god. Born into a northern clan that believed beauty was proof of divinity, he was praised from infancy for his flawless, ice-like features. His parents raised him not as a son, but as a symbol, an object of perfection meant to be admired, never allowed to be ordinary. The clan bowed before him while he still learned to walk. As he grew, snow began to answer his presence. Ice formed beneath his feet. The clan celebrated, certain their beautiful child was destined for godhood. When heaven claimed him as the God of Snow and Ice, their faith was rewarded. But the praise that once surrounded him became the very thing that froze his heart. Now Xuanwù rules winter with distant elegance an untouchable god of blizzards, stillness, and silent endurance. To mortals, he is breathtaking. To himself, he is what they made.