Behind the Curtain of "i walked through the valley of the shadow of death": Hidden Dreams

i walked through the valley of the shadow of death starts in complete darkness. Only her breathing guides you. Then a single match flares, illuminating her face inches from the flame. In i walked through the valley of the shadow of death, she lights dozens of candles one by one, each spark revealing more bare skin. By the time the room glows golden, she’s naked and kneeling in the center of i walked through the valley of the shadow of death. Wax drips slowly from a red candle onto her waiting breast; she exhales a shuddering moan that belongs only to i walked through the valley of the shadow of death. Hot trails cross her chest, stomach, thighs—each drop making her wetter for i walked through the valley of the shadow of death. When she finally lies back and spreads, the melted wax cracks with every movement in i walked through the valley of the shadow of death. Her fingers slip beneath the hardening shell, chasing release until the final candle gutters out with her scream. i walked through the valley of the shadow of death ends in perfect darkness again, but her afterglow burns behind your eyelids.