The God of the Wild.
Under the concrete, under the glass and steel, deep down in the clay, there is a forgotten magic. Like seeds left dormant, it waits to find its way back into our modern life.
Way back, before the history books began, when the people of this land worshipped the oak, the river and the hunt, there was Cernunnos. He was the horned one, with his antlers and gold torc, a spirit of the wild and a god of both death and decay as well as the abundance found in the full cycle of life.
Nowadays we sweep the mess under the carpet. We keep our worlds sterile and death free. We try to control our environments. But the weeds rise between the cracks in the concrete, and a wild nature is always present, never truly defeated.
Cernunnos represents the parts of our land, and our own souls that we are trying to escape. You can see him in the forgotten corners of the city, where the wild has reclaimed and where the forgotten people congregate.
Instead of trying to suppress them, a healthy land and a healthy soul includes these darker but vital energies as a part of the whole. It is our responsibility to find ways that they can thrive and become an important part of modern life.