🌊🧜‍♀️✨MARAWI ~ The Lunar Siren Queen of the Deep✨🧜‍♀️🌊

The Water Goddess Who Lost Her Light… and Returned to Claim It.🌊✨

Long before humans learned to fear the sea,
before they understood that the darkest waters hold the brightest truths,
there ruled a being the tribes whispered about only under moonlight… Marawi..
The Lunar Siren Queen.
The Deep Water Goddess.
Mother of Tides.
Keeper of the Night Current🌑🌊✨

Her form was breathtaking and terrifying:
half woman, half wild spirit,
with a tail shimmering in moonlit silver,
and eyes so bright they pierced the abyss itself.

Her voice could soothe storms.. or summon them.
Her presence could bless.. or devour.
Only the moon understood her fully.
Only the tides obeyed her without question.🌙🌊

But Marawi carried a secret…..
a lunar core of pure divine light, a power so radiant it could bend reality itself.
And because men desired what they could never control, they hunted her.

So the Siren Queen descended into the deepest trench,
shattered her lunar heart into glowing fragments,
and hid them inside stones forged of rain and volcanic fire..
stones strong enough to keep her light alive
even while she vanished from the world.🌧️🔥

Those stones became the Ethiopian Opals…
called by ancient priestesses:
“The Moon Scales of the Siren Queen.”

Inside each opal, her essence shimmers
🌕 White fire.. that represents her lunar truth
🔮 Violet spark.. represents her mystic sight
🌊 Bright green currents.. as her tide magic
🔥 Red flashes.. her wrath, awakened
✨ Rainbow bursts.. her presence breaking through

For centuries she slept beneath the trenches…
her magic scattered, her power dimmed, her song silenced.

But the moon remembers its daughters.
And light remembers its source.

Now the waters tremble.
Tides rise without wind.
Opals blaze with colors unseen by any living priestess.
The wells glow again.
The seabed shifts.

Marawi has returned.🌑🌊✨
Not gentle.
Not forgiving.
Not hidden.

She rises as the Lunar Siren Queen Reborn,
crowned in moonfoam, draped in night water,
her eyes burning with the light she scattered ages ago.

And she seeks her fragments.

Those who carry Ethiopian Opal today
are not keepers by chance… they are vessels she has marked, souls she intends to guide, protect…
or reclaim.🧜‍♀️🌕✨

If your opal glows brighter near water…
if its colors flare when the moon is high…
if it warms suddenly against your skin…

It means the Siren Queen has found you.
And she whispers from the deep…
“Return my light with your truth…
and I will awaken yours.”🌊🧜‍♀️✨