I walk along a street, and arrive at a house, I enter the house and go up one floor. There I meet a cousin, and we both sit on a bunk bed and start chatting for a while.
After some time, we both come down to the first floor, and I notice my “good auntie” stirring a big wooden spoon on a cauldron, apparently she was preparing lunch for all of us. I notice that there is a curved staircase on one end of the room going down one floor below street level, and I decide to go downstairs to see what is down there. As I am doing down, when I reach the middle of the staircase, I see that on the lower floor there’s a very big round bathtub, exactly like the ones seen on the bathhouse from the movie Spirited Away:
As I finish going down the stairs, I look closer to the round bathtub and I notice that I have a “bad auntie” that is bathing herself in the tub, only that I am also immediately shocked, as I notice that my auntie, despite having a normal upper body, has a medusa-like lower body, which uncannily resemble the body of a medusa from the game God of War.
I look away from the bathtub to see what else do we have on the lower floor, and I see a table and some tools on one wall. Then I see that my cousin has also come down to the same floor and is telling me to go back up for lunch, because “good auntie” is almost finished preparing the food. At that moment I start believing that my cousin is daughter of the “bad auntie”, as she doesn’t show any form of discomfort regarding the medusa-like body on the bathtub.
Before going up again, I take from the table one item, which I don’t clearly see what it is, but can only imagine it is some sort of cooking ingredient, because as soon as I get back to the floor where the “good auntie” was cooking, I throw it on the cauldron, to what she curses on a whisper-like voice, but continue finishing up preparing the meal anyway.
The fact that my good auntie cursed it as I threw the extra ingredient on the cauldron makes me think that both aunties didn’t get along too well with each other, maybe disapproving each other’s choice of cooking ingredients or method of preparing meals. Maybe my bad auntie was some sort of witch, due to the medusa-like body? The good auntie seemed quite ordinary, while the bad auntie had this “aura” of someone who likes dealing with “mystical” or “occult” things.
After the good auntie finishes preparing the meal, we all sit on a table and get ready to be served. At this moment the bad auntie also comes along to sit with us, but now she appears as having a normal human body, without any medusa parts like before, and as she stands next to the table and prepares to take a seat, I can see on her face an expression of arrogance and/or disapproval.
When “bad auntie” notices that one of her ingredients were added to the meal, her expression turns into a gentle and humble expression of gratitude. As someone who has been forgotten during a lifetime, and suddenly sees her name being called out and honored, and with watering eyes she looks at me and says: “Thank you.”
