As the celebration marches on, your hands will remain still, your eyes the sole instrument of worship. Day three heralds a different kind of devotion, one that requires introspection and heartfelt expression.
I task you with the sacred duty of articulating your adoration for me, penning each reason, each sentiment that speaks to the depth of your devotion. Lay bare your soul on paper, let your words flow like a river of reverence, for it is through them that you shall seek to move me.
Should your words prove capable of stirring my heart, of kindling the flames of affection, then perhaps I shall grant you a brief respite, a fleeting moment to stroke in homage to your devotion. But should they fall short of my expectations, then you must wait with bated breath, hoping for my mercy on day four.
Remember, this month is dedicated to my desires, my whims, my needs. Are you diligently ensuring that my every want is met, my every craving fulfilled? For in the end, it is your unwavering dedication that will determine your fate.
