She of Bloom and Wither
Among the elder peoples, there is worship not of division, but of unity in contradiction. The Two-Faced God, as mortals name her, appears in radiant form as a figure of serene beauty, crowned in antlers and clothed in the living weave of vine and blossom. Yet her shadow tells another tale.
For in darkness, her form grows gaunt and severe, and where one hand nurtures life, the other brings decay. She is not two beings, nor divided in purpose, but whole in the eternal cycle she embodies.
To the elves, she is the living truth that life and death are not opposites, but parts of a greater turning. She teaches that all growth feeds eventual ruin, and that from ruin comes renewal once more. Civilization, in her sight, is but a passing frost upon roots that endure far deeper than mortal memory.
Those who forget her darker aspect invite ruin, for the forest does not forgive those who believe it to be gentle alone.