With her hand over her mouth, she whimpers and moans. It's as if an unseen presence has taken control of her actions. And there is no turning back for her. The hand has a mind of its own. And she whimpers and moans, cries in confusion, but it's all too late. She can't move, and she must confront this new and strange experience. Follow her through this journey of confrontation. Feel the hand over her mouth as it stifles her breath and makes her feel existence in a surprising and ecstatic way that is full of ritual intensity. It begins.