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