Thousands of feet up in curvy gifs, the basket sways gently. Completely naked, dawn painting her gold, she grips the edge and spreads her legs to the rising sun. “Whole world beneath curvy gifs,” she moans, fingering herself slowly at first, then desperately. Wind carries her cries—“curvy gifs… higher… curvy gifs… make me burst curvy gifs!”—across silent clouds until the climax erupts. She squirts into the void, screaming endless “curvy gifs, curvy gifs, curvy gifs!” while the sun crowns her trembling, glistening, utterly exposed body in pure molten “curvy gifs.”