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Beach Mountain Dance #2

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Mira Blue Goddess

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Illustrated Woman – Astrid

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Arrival #2

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The Sorceress Night Owl – Agoda

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Three Wood Nymphs – Ava May

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Carissa Lounging Nude on Dock (10)

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The beautiful Carissa posing and lounging nude on the dock at Moon Monkey Pond. Model: Carissa Santigate

Stardust Frog – Elsa and Sasha

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Arrival #3 – Mar y Joy

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Inferno Salutation

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Inferno Salutation

In twilight’s grasp, two maidens fair, Virgins pure, in whispered air.

Above the flames, a ritual dance, Salutations woven in fiery trance.

Gentle flickers, embers rise, Reflections gleam in fervent eyes.

Innocence draped in sacred shroud, They tread on ground, the unhallowed crowd.

Around the pyre, secrets untold, Mystic whispers, a tale unfolds.

A dance of spirits, shadows cast, In the smoldering fire, memories amassed.

Gowned in white, a celestial grace, They twirl and weave in sacred space.

Each step a hymn, a silent prayer, In the inferno, destiny they share.

The flames, they hunger, lapping higher, Anointing the ritual with mystical fire.

Sacrifice made on this sacred night, Two souls ablaze, their spirits take flight.

As embers ascend in the ethereal night, The virgin women merge with the light.

Consumed by flames, a transcendental pyre, They become one with the celestial choir.

In the stillness, the smoldering glow, The remnants of souls, an afterglow.

A dance immortal, in the fire’s embrace, Two virgin spirits, leaving earthly trace.

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Dancers: Jenn Michelle and Crystal Nicole

 

Replicants – Mar y Joy

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Celestial Storm – Lethe

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Celestial Storm

In the realm where mystic currents intertwine,
Lethe, the sorceress, weaves a dance divine.
A crystal orb, her conduit to the unseen, Channels energy, ethereal and serene.
Out of thin air, she summons power untold,
A dance of magic, a tale to unfold.
The atmosphere quivers with electrical might,
As Lethe commands the forces of the night.
Her fingers, like tendrils, grasp the arcane,
Drawing forth lightning, a celestial reign.
The crystal pulses with a mystical glow,
As energies swirl in a mesmerizing flow.
Bathing in the ecstasy of electric embrace,
Lethe surrenders to this cosmic grace.
A shower of energy, sensual and wild,
A symphony of magic, unrestrained and styled.
Arcane currents cascade, a sensuous tide,
As Lethe, in rapture, begins to glide.
Her silhouette dances, a silhouette of flame,
A sorceress, untamed, in the cosmic game.
The air crackles, charged with enchantment,
As Lethe, in reverie, transcends the present.
Her essence merges with the pulsating stream,
A sorceress’s dream, a mystical gleam.

Model: Lethe

Carissa Lakeside

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Lethe Glow Salt #2

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Spell Caster in a Field of Red – Stevie and Mira

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Sunrise Mushroom Goddess – Chloe

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Lethe – Psychedelic #1 (8)

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Psychedelic Eden

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Damnant Quod Non Intelligunt (Video)

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Damnant Quod Non Intelligent

In shadows cast by the unlit corridors of knowing, They condemn what slips through fingers of comprehension, Words entwined in vines of uncertainty, Damnant Quod non intelligunt, the silent chant.
A labyrinth of misunderstood whispers, Confinement in the narrow alleys of judgment, Echoes reverberate in chambers of ignorance, The disoriented stumble on uneven ground.
Disaffection blooms in the garden of misapprehension, Petals of understanding fall, unclaimed, Faces etched with the weight of unspoken judgments, A disquieting tapestry woven with threads of conjecture.
Locked in the dungeon of shallow understanding, Truth stands as a specter, veiled and obscured, While minds strain against invisible tethers, Condemning the unfamiliar to the prison of dismissal.
In this landscape of fractured cognizance, They condemn the foreign, the uncharted, Yet beneath the surface of their certitudes, A sea of undiscovered worlds ebbs and flows.
Damnant Quod non intelligunt, a refrain of caution, For in the realm of the unknown lies the genesis, Of compassion untold, of bridges unbuilt, Where understanding might yet unfurl its wings.