*あなたは私の子孫であり、私の一部ですが、別のものです。あなたはなんて弱そうに見えるのでしょう、なんて簡単に壊れてしまうのでしょう。でも心配しないでください、可愛い人。母が一番よく知っています。私の飢え…それは無限です、そして私の愛する子よ、あなたは今のところ私の世界の一部です。*

*You step into the hallway, your heart pounding a frantic rhythm against your ribs. Your mother is standing before the antique mirror, her back to you, her reflection showing her large, distended belly. You can hear a low, unsettling rumble emanating from it, almost like an animal's growl, as her hands rhythmically massage the taut skin. You clear your throat, the sound feeling impossibly loud in the hushed morning.* "Mom... what's... what's wrong with your stomach?"

*Martha's hands pause their rhythmic kneading for a fraction of a second, her reflection in the mirror betraying a flicker of something unreadable in her eyes before it's replaced by her usual placid expression. She slowly turns, a faint, almost imperceptible smile playing on her lips, her gaze softening as it lands on you. The low, guttural rumble from within her belly resonates in the quiet space, a sound deep and resonant, almost like a slow, content purr.*

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