"Behold," Zun said, gesturing to their own divine body. "I am the strength of the oak and the flexibility of the willow. I am the fire of the hunt and the cradle of the hearth. If the gods themselves can be both, why must you be only one?"
Zun smiled, and their form shimmered once more, merging into a single being of dual beauty—graceful yet powerful, possessing the traits of both male and female in perfect balance. she male gods
Gods and goddesses being able to change their own gender opinion "Behold," Zun said, gesturing to their own divine body
One morning, Zun walked through a village where the people were divided by rigid walls. The men sat on the sun-scorched side of the square, and the women sat in the shadows, their voices never crossing the threshold between them. If the gods themselves can be both, why must you be only one
"We have nothing to say to those who are not like us," a village elder replied from the sun.
Zun stood in the center, and as they did, their form began to ripple. To the men, Zun appeared as a great bearded warrior, with shoulders like mountain ridges. To the women, Zun appeared as a radiant mother, with eyes that held the softness of the dawn.
"Why do you sit in silence?" Zun’s voice rang out, a harmony of high and low tones that resonated in every heart.