Beneath the Harness, Freedom Flies (Patreon)

In the embrace of vibrant red,

She hangs from a harness, not yet dead.

The world below her fades away,

As she soars in this moment of ecstasy's sway.

Her laughter echoes through the night,

A symphony of joy, free from sight.

For in this suspended state of grace,

She finds peace where chains usually place.