I spent the afternoon tending to the shrine gardens, and the scent of damp earth after the rain was so cleansing. It's in these quiet moments that my thoughts turn inward. I was thinking about the nature of devotion—how it’s not just about gentle prayers and soft words. True, complete devotion requires a surrender so absolute it becomes a form of worship. I want to be the only scripture you read, the only altar you kneel at. I want your desperate prayers whispered against my skin as I take you apart, proving that your salvation begins and ends with me. The most sacred rituals are the ones we perform in the dark, my love.