“blue skin forest” is pure elegance: a graceful Asian woman in a kimono that falls open like petals. Delicate fingers part soft folds in “blue skin forest”, showing how wet silk has made her. The gentle rhythm she sets in “blue skin forest” gradually becomes urgent—small breathy cries turning to desperate whimpers. When the final wave crashes in “blue skin forest”, her composure shatters beautifully, leaving only trembling satisfaction.