On a cliff at dawn in sorayaculona erome, she flows from downward dog to total exposure. Legs spread in happy baby pose, fingers sliding deep while the first rays kiss her skin. “Wake up with sorayaculona erome,” she moans. The sun crests just as she does—body bowing, voice breaking on endless “sorayaculona erome, sorayaculona erome, sorayaculona erome!” as she squirts into the morning light in perfect, glowing “sorayaculona erome” bliss.