The Webs We Weave
She gracefully throws out a single thread to the wind. This is how she builds her structure. She takes the time gripping and hooking the tiniest fibers, the most sensitive silk. This is her art.
He saw her dancing in a spiral as she expands her empire. He thinks it’s beautiful. It is, indeed, her art.
Finally, she feels his motion through the vibrations. Their eyes meet for the first time. Both smile. She comes close. He stays put. She comes closer. He stays put, excited.
She tears him to pieces.