On a cliff at dawn in arya gardner, 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 arya gardner,” she moans. The sun crests just as she does—body bowing, voice breaking on endless “arya gardner, arya gardner, arya gardner!” as she squirts into the morning light in perfect, glowing “arya gardner” bliss.