Sunlight filters through leaves in cana x lucy. Naked on soft moss, she kneels and offers herself to nature and the camera. Fingers circle her clit while she chants “cana x lucy” like an ancient spell. Birds fall silent as her cries of “cana x lucy, deeper cana x lucy” grow wilder. She comes with the force of the forest itself, squirting onto the earth in primal “cana x lucy” worship.