TWO
The Arachnian Queen, the Weaver of Dreams, delicately
touched one thread of the web spun by Witch before the living myth
became a song in the Darkness. This web had slept many years
because the dreams it held had been too unshaped to become flesh.
But something had changed, and now the golden spider could sense
the whisper of wishes, of longings.
Specific dreamers.
Most unusual to tie threads to specific dreamers when the shaping
had not yet begun. Too much chance that the dream would never be
flesh if one of the dreamers stopped wishing, stopped wanting. But
that was why Witch had made the web this way—because these dreamers
had to wish long enough, had to want hard enough, even if they
weren’t aware of the wanting.
As long as the
dreamers gave her something to work with, the Weaver would keep her
promise and add to the web Witch had begun. And someday, another
Arachnian Queen would add the last strand to this
dream.