My sister is taking us to a new stage in the story.

When my sister was on the cliff, and I was so close to her, she didn't mean to fall on my wrist, her fingers were hotter, she looked at my lips for a moment, her breath was almost folded, the fire was twilight, her ears were pale, her ears were thin, the sister was not loose, but the distance was pulled closer by the actions of my collar, and the night passed.