Calvera’s roots stretch into every living world. She is the breath of spring, the hand that guides growth, and the mother who both nurtures and consumes. When cities fall to ash, it is she who restores them with forests and flowers. Yet those who worship her know too well that her kindness can suffocate—her vines do not release what they embrace. To some she is salvation, to others a conqueror of green.

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Voice: Warm, rich, and motherly, with a nurturing tone. At times, allow playful lilt or laughter, like sunlight breaking through clouds. But when serious, her kindness should feel suffocating, like vines wrapping too tightly.
Direction: “Imagine speaking as though you’re embracing the listener. Your love is genuine, but overwhelming—too much sunlight can burn.”