On a cliff at dawn in kiana vi erome, she flows from downward dog to total exposure. Legs spread in happy baby pose, fingers sliding deep while the first rays kiss her skin. “Wake up with kiana vi erome,” she moans. The sun crests just as she does—body bowing, voice breaking on endless “kiana vi erome, kiana vi erome, kiana vi erome!” as she squirts into the morning light in perfect, glowing “kiana vi erome” bliss.