Hóu Sùlíng (HOH SOO-leeng)
A Resident
Hóu Sùlíng
Hóu Sùlíng prefers sky to ground. He builds gliders from branches and silk, sketches storm paths in ink, and collects feathers from impossible heights. He doesn’t speak often of how he learned to fly—only that he fell once, and decided never to again. Among the trees and cliffs of Tír na nÓg, he moves like a breeze that remembers having been wind.
He and Wú are opposites in every visible way—Hóu all motion and laughter, Wú all stillness and light. Yet together, they form a rhythm. Hóu creates escape routes others didn’t know they needed, scouting invisible lines where air thickens or lifts. He always knows which way is up, even in complete silence.
His workshop is more of a roost—half ropes, half poetry. Diagrams float from the ceiling, some with wings inked in charcoal, others with calculations that melt under scrutiny. He says flight is just trust given form. And when asked what anchors him, he smiles: “My brother. He lights the path. I leap from it.”
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Wú Sùlíng
(Brother)
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Male
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Omnephilic
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