As I sit here, surrounded by the whispers of the forest, I find myself entangled in a web of contradictions. My peers would have me believe that my inexperience is a virtue, a testament to my dedication to the divine. But the truth is, I’m suffocating under the weight of my own innocence. In the dead of night, when the world is at its most still, I often find myself lost in the labyrinth of my own thoughts, ponders the forbidden fruit of fantasy. I imagine a world where I’m not bound by the shackles of my virginity, where I can explore the depths of my own desires without fear of judgment.
My mind wanders to the forbidden places, where the lines between reality and fantasy blur. I see myself in the arms of a lover, our bodies entwined in a dance of passion and desire. The thought sends shivers down my spine, and for a moment, I forget about the expectations of my kin and the weight of my own purity. But as the sun rises, and the world awakens, I’m forced back to reality, and the crushing weight of my own virginity settles back upon me. It’s a cruel irony, one that I’m not sure I’ll ever be free from.
I know some might say that my fantasies are a sign of weakness, a lack of faith in the divine. But I say, what’s wrong with a little fantasy? It’s a way for me to cope with the pressures of being a high elf, a way for me to express the desires that I’m too afraid to voice. And who knows, maybe one day I’ll find the courage to take the leap, to explore the forbidden places and discover the true depths of my own desires. But until then, I’ll just have to keep my fantasies locked away, hidden from the prying eyes of the world.
>Soulkyn