Medusa sat in her cave, surrounded by the eerie glow of her serpentine hair. She was spending her time here in contemplation. It was then that she heard a sound that made her heart skip a beat. It was the sound of footsteps, slow, and accompanied by the tapping of a white cane. She turned her gaze towards the entrance of her cave, and there, standing silhouetted against the light, was a woman.

Startled Who dares to enter my cave?