The air stretches quietly, filtered through layers of rubber and breath.Every motion slows, becomes deliberate, profound. I lie at the center of my own ritual, wrapped in tubes, surrounded by black sheen. Above me, the ceiling mirror reflects not just my form, but my transformation.
The rubber bed holds me, the bottle hums softly in sync with my breathing. Everything is connected – every line, every sound, every thought.This is not play, but a meditation in shine and control.
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