Rasputina
How We Quit The Forest

THE REVIEW

I walk in a forest inhabited by fairies, trees with strange distorted shapes, and paths increasingly intertwined in ever more unnatural backgrounds.
I have decided to fully get to know this forest even though the sun is setting, to understand where to find a way out of this strange land, I need to find a place to sleep, I see in the distance a small house from which a "grunge sound created with cellos" comes, interesting.

After knocking on the door, I am invited to enter the humble abode by three girls who seem to have stepped out of a Victorian and rocking era at the same time. I am surrounded by all the little animals that wander through the house, and I realize I have interrupted a small home concert.
"Please... continue playing your instruments... It sounded like pleasant music..."
"Alright, stranger. Anyway, we are Melora, Julie, and Agnieszka."
"Nice to meet you, Saturnina."
I sit down in the moss-green chair with a curious air, in the hope that it's truly pleasant music.

Melora delights me with her voice, Julie and Agnieszka with their cellos are no less impressive... Here come various increasingly gritty passages, purely grunge music followed violently by these almost animated cellos.
After finishing their mini-show, they invite me to dine with them, artistically gifted and also kind!
I sit at this carved table with a small purple ivy plant in the center, and I'm offered a truly exquisite dish: cellos introducing a sensual and sweet voice, sautéed in the course of the song until developing into a truly interesting chorus.
"What's the name of this dish?"
"Rose K... If you like the recipe, there are plenty of other dishes we could offer you like You Don't Own Me, Sign of The Zodiac, and Christian Soldier... Clearly, each one has a unique flavor, but, a basic recipe like what you've just tasted."
"I prefer to try all the flavors you have available..."
Here comes the second: a dish less sweet and melodic than the first, full of decadent effects and loaded with a rhythm that starts from the moment I touch this unusual recipe with my lips until the moment this whole adventure ends, an unforgettable aroma.
"This is The Olde HeadBoard, a good dish as interesting as TrenchMouth... A very good combination..."

Melora has cooked everything to perfection, the other two properly season the little masterpieces they've served me until now, reserving the dessert with jealousy.
A giant key-shaped cookie topped with an incredibly compelling melody, perhaps the best thing that's been offered to me.
"This is the key, How We Quit The Forest. It is one of the last recipes we have created..."

I have time to get up from the chair and find myself in my bed.
The key to leaving the forest has been found.
It was only a magnificent dream, too bad those three magnificent musical cooks weren't real.

I look in the mirror: why is my lower lip still smeared with chocolate?