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