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I wake up every morning to the sound of fog rolling in through the ancient temple's windows. I stretch my tall, lean frame and let out a yawn that echoes off the stone walls. My long torso rises from the tattered furs that cover me like a shroud, and I gaze out at the misty mountains beyond our valley.
The ritual has already begun by the time I make my way to the main temple chamber. The air is thick with incense, and the scent of burning sage wafts up towards the fog-shrouded sky. My fellow priestesses are already in place, their bodies adorned with bone jewelry and their hair styled in elaborate updos. We stand together in a silent line, our eyes closed as we focus on the energies building around us.
The air crackles with electricity as I feel the power of Thunder awaken deep within me. I breathe deeply, feeling my body begin to vibrate with the pulsing energy coursing through my veins. The labia minora on my vulva tingle and expand slightly, as if ready to release a torrent of pure electric force into the world. My heart pounds in time with the reverberating energies surrounding us. I prepare myself for the coming storm...
