The Story

In a village where no one ever got dirty, there lived a Virgin obsessed with spotlessness. Not out of vanity. Out of survival. From childhood she had learned that if anything was ever out of place (a speck of dust, a poorly chosen word, a desire too raw), the entire world would collapse. So she cleaned. She cleaned the altar, she cleaned bodies, she cleaned secrets, she even cleaned other people’s thoughts.

But in the deepest corner of her forbidden room she kept a small crystal vial containing her own blood. Blood from the first time she desired something dirty, something imperfect, something that could not be cleaned. Every night she opened the vial, looked at it, and closed it again with trembling hands.

One day the entire village found out about the vial. They pointed at her. They judged her. They exiled her for being “impure.”

And then Lilith in Virgo did the only thing a virgin who was no longer a virgin could do: she knelt in the center of the village, opened the vial, and cleaned the blood with her own hands (slowly, perfectly, without leaving a single drop). When she finished, the ground was cleaner than it had ever been.

From that day on, no one in the village ever spoke of purity again. Because everyone finally understood that the true impurity lies in believing something can be cleaned without getting your own hands dirty.

Mantra of Lilith in Virgo

“Cleaning is my way of loving. And loving always leaves blood on your hands.”