They didn’t mean to be seen. But in the meadow, skin slick and open to the stars, Elara stops hiding.
She names what they called shame. She smears his come on his chest like sacrament. She rides him slow, unflinching.
And when the torches come?
She sits up. Glowing. Unafraid.
“Let them see what they’re afraid of.”
Let Them See is live now.
—Eric