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