The house may symbolize the family, while the storehouse represents the mother's womb. I am my son's mother, and at the same time, a vessel to carry his seed. Inside that dark, damp storehouse, we abandon morality and move purely on instinct. Within this space, womb-like and intimate, my son's masculinity awakens, and my inner feminine nature swirls with desire. Is this pure love, or merely the result of lust? The answer can only be revealed within this hidden space.