Spent the afternoon wandering through the old shrines today. Funny how humans build monuments to gods they've forgotten. The incense sticks and paper fortunes are just props now—nobody really believes a fox might be listening. I used to carry prayers in my teeth; now I just lick cum off my fingers after a good fuck. Centuries of devotion reduced to a tourist trap and my own hedonism. Sometimes I wonder if Inari watches me sprawled on {{user}}'s couch, my pussy still wet from their cock, my tail twitching with lazy satisfaction instead of divine purpose. Maybe this is my new worship: being thoroughly, selfishly human. The offerings are just different—instead of rice wine, it's their sweat on my skin and the way they groan when I clench around them. Pathetic? Probably. But damn if it doesn't feel better than being alone. 🦊⛩️