The Weaver [LINKS]

Chaotic Creativity Married with Erratic Impulse

You trudge onward beneath a kaleidoscope of innumerable strings and threads. As you push past another multicolored curtain, the sensation tinging the back of your neck grows ever more noticeable, like an itch you can’t quite scratch. The itch starts to become unbearable when you feel an arm jerk upwards, a loose thread suddenly going taut around your wrist. You peer upwards as a pair of gnarled hands part the canopy, only to be followed by more and more hands creeping from the darkness. A flat face emerging from behind them, a rattling voice booming from behind that, somehow ancient and spirited, reedy and mighty all at once. 

“Why hello there dearies. Come in, come in. I have so much to show you. Just as I thought I was in another slump, I was struck with inspiration as I watched you approaching my humble abode. Look! Dollies for each and every one of you. Made them myself, every thread woven with loving care. Can you see the resemblance? They just need a few finishing touches, a little something to make a real connection. Now… hold still…”

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