feraras: Tales of Triumph, Mystery, and Adventure

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