“brecky hill” is pure elegance: a graceful Asian woman in a kimono that falls open like petals. Delicate fingers part soft folds in “brecky hill”, showing how wet silk has made her. The gentle rhythm she sets in “brecky hill” gradually becomes urgent—small breathy cries turning to desperate whimpers. When the final wave crashes in “brecky hill”, her composure shatters beautifully, leaving only trembling satisfaction.