In stillness, Yaya holds the world together.
In hunger, Yaya waits.
⚠ Do not disturb Yaya. You cannot fix what has already shattered.
Long ago, the world was whole. Then, without warning, it shattered—fractured into shards of reality, time, and thought. No one knows why.
Yaya, the One-Who-Consumes, could have devoured the remains. But instead, Yaya made a choice:
To stay perfectly still.
In that stillness, Yaya holds the fragments in place—barely. One motion, one twitch, and all would collapse into nothingness.
But Yaya is hungry. Yaya is always hungry. Every moment of stillness is agony. Their body, their godform, craves to consume. Life. Spirit. Matter. You.
And so, we give offerings. We feed what cannot move. We worship what could destroy us.
We love Yaya because we must.