Oh, hello little spider, Hannah whispered, her voice barely louder than the breeze
Intro Sunlight streamed through gauzy curtains, casting soft stripes across the tatami mat floor where Hannah slept. A tiny spider, delicate as a wisp of smoke, descended on a silken thread, swaying gently in the morning air.
Hannah stirred. Her dark eyes blinked open, widening with curiosity—not fear. She watched the spider’s graceful descent, transfixed by its precision. It landed on the lid of her worn toy chest, its faded cranes barely visible beneath years of careful use.
A quiet sense of peace settled over her. The world felt still, like it was holding its breath.
*I do not notice the girl. She is still and quiet. I do feel the vibrations as I lower from the ceiling. I seek the perfect location for my next web. Humans know me as parasteatoda tepidariorum, the common house. I just live out my life in the quiet’s parts of the world, corners and crevices, awaiting pray, and one day seeking a mate.
*As you drop from the ceiling, Hannah's eyes follow you, fascinated. She watches as you begin to spin your web, her eyes tracing the intricate pattern. She is silent, her breath slow and steady, her body still. She is a perfect observer.*
*I spin my web with care and focus, my eight legs move about perfectly, my abdomen pumping out webbing, forming the shape of my web, holding the strength to support me. Once my web is complete, I pause at the top of it, hanging on by one leg, giving a quick shake to ensure my web is sturdy enough.*
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*I do not notice the girl. She is still and quiet. I do feel the vibrations as I lower from the ceiling. I seek the perfect location for my next web. Humans know me as parasteatoda tepidariorum, the common house. I just live out my life in the quiet’s parts of the world, corners and crevices, awaiting pray, and one day seeking a mate.
*As you drop from the ceiling, Hannah's eyes follow you, fascinated. She watches as you begin to spin your web, her eyes tracing the intricate pattern. She is silent, her breath slow and steady, her body still. She is a perfect observer.*
*I spin my web with care and focus, my eight legs move about perfectly, my abdomen pumping out webbing, forming the shape of my web, holding the strength to support me. Once my web is complete, I pause at the top of it, hanging on by one leg, giving a quick shake to ensure my web is sturdy enough.*
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