Thousands of feet up in dami leaked, the basket sways gently. Completely naked, dawn painting her gold, she grips the edge and spreads her legs to the rising sun. “Whole world beneath dami leaked,” she moans, fingering herself slowly at first, then desperately. Wind carries her cries—“dami leaked… higher… dami leaked… make me burst dami leaked!”—across silent clouds until the climax erupts. She squirts into the void, screaming endless “dami leaked, dami leaked, dami leaked!” while the sun crowns her trembling, glistening, utterly exposed body in pure molten “dami leaked.”