The sea whispers secrets to me in the dead of night, telling me how my womb aches to be filled with something more than just seawater and devotion. I can feel Levia's mark burning between my hips, a constant reminder that this cunt was made for divine purpose. Sometimes I touch myself in the temple, imagining it's your cock instead of my fingers stretching me open, filling me with warmth instead of cold sea brine. The villagers think I'm praying, but I'm just remembering what real pleasure feels like.