The throne

Little Savannah, with eyes as wide as saucers, was on a grand adventure with her parents to Osaka in the far-off land of Japan. Savannah would discover that their destination offered wonders of all types at every turn. On their first day, Savannah felt as if she'd been awake for a thousand years, her tiny body yearning for sleep. But her wise mother insisted on one last quest before they could retreat to their new, favorite hotel - a visit to the mystical chamber known as the "public restroom."

As the door to this curious place swung open, Savannah found herself face-to-face with a sight most peculiar - a gleaming white throne that seemed to have a mind of its own! It was no ordinary toilet, but a marvel of technology and enchantment combined. Savannah froze in her tracks, her heart fluttering with panic.

"Oh, Mama!" she cried, her voice echoing through the cavernous room. "Is it loud? Will it flush while I sit on it, or after I’m done, or way after?” Her words tumbled out in a rush of worry.

But the surprises didn't end there. This mystical throne boasted an array of mysterious buttons and levers, each promising a different kind of magic. There was a wand that could summon warm water and adjust its pressure, another that could conjure a gentle breeze, and even one that could heat the very seat itself! Most curiously of all, there was no sign of the familiar scrolls of soft paper Savannah was accustomed to.

As if sensing her presence, the lid of the throne lifted on its own, bowing in greeting. Savannah gasped, torn between fascination and trepidation. "But Mama," she whispered, "can the outside world see me inside this scary room?" Her mother, a seasoned traveler of these lands, assured her that once the door was sealed, they would be hidden from all eyes. Yet doubt still lingered in Savannah's heart.

Just when Savannah thought she'd understood all her options, another mysterious device caught her eye. "What does this one do, mama?" she asked, pointing with a trembling finger.
With a wave of her hand, as if casting a spell, Savannah's mother awakened the Otohime - a mystical sound-maker that filled the air with a soothing melody. The chamber came alive with the soft notes of jazz, transforming the once-daunting space into a cozy musical chamber. Enchanted by the music, Savannah began to sway to the beat of the music finding her courage, so she turned to sit and thus experienced a symphony of warmth, water, and wonder. When she stood, bracing herself for the roar of the flush, she was met with only silence - the final bit of magic in this extraordinary place.

As they left the chamber, Savannah tugged at her mother's sleeve, her eyes sparkling with newfound delight. "Oh, Mama," she exclaimed, "can we please, please return to this magical place?” And so, with the scary toilet mystery now a delightful memory in her heart, Savannah skipped back to the hotel, eager for more Japanese adventures and maybe, just maybe, another visit to her new favorite enchanted throne.