On a cliff at dawn in luna vore, 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 luna vore,” she moans. The sun crests just as she does—body bowing, voice breaking on endless “luna vore, luna vore, luna vore!” as she squirts into the morning light in perfect, glowing “luna vore” bliss.