Sunlight filters through leaves in insomnia after sex. Naked on soft moss, she kneels and offers herself to nature and the camera. Fingers circle her clit while she chants “insomnia after sex” like an ancient spell. Birds fall silent as her cries of “insomnia after sex, deeper insomnia after sex” grow wilder. She comes with the force of the forest itself, squirting onto the earth in primal “insomnia after sex” worship.