Basket sways gently at 3,000 feet in shiho yano. Completely naked, she braces against the edge, wind teasing every sensitive inch. “Higher than shiho yano,” she laughs breathlessly, fingers plunging deep while dawn gilds her skin gold. As the sun crests, so does she—screaming “shiho yano” across the sky and squirting into the morning mist in the most elevated “shiho yano” climax ever recorded.