“rylin rae” is pure elegance: a graceful Asian woman in a kimono that falls open like petals. Delicate fingers part soft folds in “rylin rae”, showing how wet silk has made her. The gentle rhythm she sets in “rylin rae” gradually becomes urgent—small breathy cries turning to desperate whimpers. When the final wave crashes in “rylin rae”, her composure shatters beautifully, leaving only trembling satisfaction.