In the realm of the mystical Watchers, where desires whisper and fantasies come to life, there exists a sacred ritual known as the Shower of Ecstasy. It is a ritual that promises not just physical cleansing, but also a spiritual awakening unlike any other.
As the moon rose high in the velvet sky, casting its silvery glow upon the enchanted forest, a Watcher named Lysander prepared to partake in this sacred ritual. His muscular form glistened under the cascading waters of a shimmering waterfall, each droplet caressing his skin like the gentle touch of a lover’s fingertips.
The steam rose around him, swirling in intricate patterns that seemed to dance to a silent melody only he could hear. Lysander closed his eyes