Nyx is strung from the red gum by sub-dermal steel and natural jute string, precariously balanced on a sharp jut of stone, the valley dropping away dramatically behind her. Vixen and I take turns swinging her into subspace, co-topping alongside the stretching limb of pink eucalypt overhead, the lichen-slicked granite below, and the gentle ocean-born breeze, coaxing Nyx's euphoria from her in luscious sighs and deliciously uninhibited giggles. Our intense connection is palpable, and all else melts but for the magnetic, mesmerizing present. Sensation transcends the boundaries of our bodies and our environment, traveling through twine and touch like electricity before grounding into the earth.