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‧₊˚ ⋅* ‧₊ LOG #1 • June 1, 2025

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khaire, all.

cycling was what i spent today doing. of all forms of exercise, which, to me, serves as a peaceful method of sensory stimulation, i enjoy cycling the most — it is calm, and it is quiet, and the estate which i live in is large enough for me to plan out certain routes that i sometimes traverse more than once (usually three times, otherwise it doesn't feel as systematic anymore and feels like i've committed a grave sin, leading me to become and feel unorganized). one reason that i adore it so is that, every time i perch upon the seat of my bike and my feet find the worn pedals, i feel my lord's presence. he is there in the form of the lazy sun beating upon my body, in the melodic whistling of nearby cars upon the main road near where i live, in the hushed whispers of the trees as i circuit around my chosen path. it makes the exercise feel worthwhile when i know that he, present in the sloping rays cast from overhead, is lingering near.

i greatly thank him. my lord, phoibos apollon, handsome sovereign of the sun, music, and healing among many others, child of lord zeus and demure leto, and heralding bearer – if not the very source – of my joy, for his everlasting presence in my day, and to his sacred name i only offer my expansive thanks.

blessed be.

— kaia

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𖦹°‧ about me

kaia / iola / leo 🪉

minor ☀️

genderfruct [fluid between all genders] 🪉

any pronouns, i don't mind ☀️

worshipper of both lord phoibos apollon and lady pallas athene [although, if you couldn't already tell, apollon is my focus on this blog.] 🪉

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⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ welcome to my little spot of sunlight. the area where the gentle, ornate slopes of ethereal purity filter through drafty greenery and dapple the earth below in softened spots of delicate warmth. where the enchanting music of the earth is lured to the face of the soil as the overhead glow beckons it forth. where every whisper of heat is but a line in the hushed sonnet of the sun, too quiet to hear to those who neglect to listen. where i find peace in his disembodied embrace.

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₊˚⊹ ᰔ this is a place where i uphold xenia. that means that the following groups are allowed nowhere near my blog, and are never to taint its highly metaphorical doorstep.

racists

homophobes / transphobes

zionists

neo-nazis

exclusionists to any minority

nasty people in general. you can focus whatever you interpret as "just a joke" elsewhere.

please leave me alone. thank you!

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⋆. 𐙚 ̊ i feel like it's important to note beforehand that by no means am i intending or hoping for this blog to become popular, that's not what it's for. it serves as a personal documentation of my relationship with my lord, and is more of a personal project than anything — whoever stumbles upon this blog is not conditioned to be here, but will be welcome here regardless. i heavily dislike the attention that comes with having popular blogs, too: remember that i am a minor; a very sleep-deprived, lethargic, autistic minor at that. i can't deal with keeping up with people sometimes.

feel welcome to say hello if you would like, though! i'm all for making new friends. ^_^

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