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A nice old lady is living a lonesome life, filled with small rituals and melancholic memories about some better days. Still, there’s something strange about her… The power of denial and fear of change keep the old lady trapped in her worst nightmares until suddenly a long-kept secret emerges and the old lady can’t escape it anymore.
It’s an animal with memories. It doesn’t have a tail, it has protruding eyes and strong extremities. Its skin is slimy. I try to catch it but it’s impossible. It always gets away with ease. Secure in its ability to escape, it did not expect to be kicked. The force of the blow robs it of all grace, it no longer exudes strength. It resembles a piece of fabric being blown in the wind. It has teeth, big enough to be noticed. They are all still accounted for. It’s a frog. It is accompanied by four beings. They do not have a tail, but they do have arms and are not humans. They love to eat at the table. While they eat, they do not talk. They are not frogs but they could easily be mistaken for one of them.