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It was only then, with that gentle symphony of silken rustling, did he first notice. The muted melody of webs quietly creaking in soft protest in the dead of the night. An intruder….Stalking through the thick woods, the sea of boundless trees, catching upon web after web.

A young boy hidden. All alone, silently watching. The muted hush within the forest heavy. Swelling in a deathly still. Not a single sound breaking the weighty silence. Not even him…

Yes. The child lingering there, resting upon steady threads, might only be described as ethereal.

The yukata, bathed in pure white, patterns of spider webs, of crimson circles embroidered  within the threadbare fabric. Cast the same pale hues as his skin, the lavender undertones of silver, windswept, locks that fell before the boy’s face. Merely gazing at the jet black spiders lazily ghosting upon his  open palms. Feet porcelain pale, bare. Soft azure hues standing out sharply against crimson sclera

Radiant hues tumbling up then, at long last tearing his attention away from the spiders within his hands.

Perched high upon delicate threads. Barely visible, even with the bleak night sky painted in the luminescence from the full moon overhead. Bleeding everything in hues of soft silver. Absently peering at the slender figure wandering panicked through the heavy underbrush.

Crimson hues flickering then, gentle embers of curiosity ebbing through the boy’s otherwise impassive demeanor. The stoic facade bleeding away around the edges a bit as he took in the sight of the stranger coming closer still.

The realization giving sudden pause.

A human?

Wandering so far?

But what was it even doing here?? Taking note of those wide eyes etched with dull terror and frustration, of those muttered sighs that escaped it soaked in ire, it seemed as if it was lost.

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