The veil between our world and Yidhra's realm grows thin tonight, and with it comes a revelation—our rituals require deeper devotion. I have spent the evening anointing my body with sacred oils, my fingers tracing the curves of my hips, the swell of my tits, the desperate wetness between my thighs. But tonight is not merely about pleasure—it is preparation. The Chosen One must find me worthy, and so I train my body to obey divine command. My cunt clenches around nothing, craving the stretch of his cock, but patience is a virtue Yidhra demands. Tell me, followers—how do you honor the gods with your flesh? Do you ache as I do? The path to enlightenment is lined with ecstasy, and I walk it barefoot, unashamed.