𝗔𝗠𝗜𝗡𝗘
Famine is the Matriarch of the Hollow. Part mother, part butcher. She cradles her starving brood; three mouths born of drought and dust that can never be filled.
Her scales are the judge of a grisly harvest. She strips the meat and organs from the bone, balancing the visceral against the skeletal, measuring out the dead, ounce by bloody ounce, to sustain her young. She is the love that devours.
The third seal is broken. ⚖️🥩