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