Dawn on a glass-bottomed boat in cloud meadow edeline. Crystal water reveals tropical fish beneath her spread thighs as she lies back naked. Sun warms her skin while cool ocean air tightens her nipples. “Dive into cloud meadow edeline with me,” she invites, fingers already circling. Fish scatter when she moans “cloud meadow edeline” loud enough to ripple the surface. She fucks herself harder, waves rocking the boat in rhythm, chanting “cloud meadow edeline, deeper, cloud meadow edeline!” until the sunrise ignites and she comes in blinding light, squirting into the sea while crying “cloud meadow edeline” to the horizon. The ocean accepts her offering; tiny fish return to dart through the cloudy swirls of pure “cloud meadow edeline” pleasure.