AGNI overstandard the baby tee your wardrobe's

the baby tee your wardrobe's been manifesting

The thing on the other side

the whole mountain — because he couldn't remember which herb Lakshman needed

Look at his hand

The skull isn't a warning

AGNI overstandard the baby tee your wardrobe'sAGNI He does not warm. He transforms. The god of fire stands unmoved flames erupting from his crown, tilak on his brow, body forged from heat older than the sun. Agni does not burn what is weak. He burns what is false. Witness. Purifier. The one the gods themselves cannot ignore. Every offering ever made every prayer, every ritual, every word spoken into flame passed through him first. doesn't ask permission to rise.