You wake up and realize, you are inside body of Giorgia Meloni, as tiny speck in the immense mountain or continent of female flesh. Her own mind, personality and consciousness are still here, and she has her ordinary life and work routine, being unaware, she has now an extra "passenger" inside walking citadel of her body. You hear her feminine voice booming and thundering in deep, vast, powerful sound far above you, you listen roars of the rivers of her blood inside tectonic plates of her blood cells. You listen deep, low, immense thunder of her heartbeats.