Jyestha

The elder goddess of misfortune and decay, she dwells in the places that the world has forgotten: the ruins, the swamps, and the silent corners of the grieving mind. She is the aunt of the gods who governs the inevitable decline of all things, proving that even the most glorious empire must eventually succumb to the dust. Do we look away because she is ugly, or because she reminds us of the wrinkles that time will eventually carve into our own skin? She is the patron of the discarded, the keeper of the truth that beauty is but a fleeting spark in the long night of time.