She labored away at every strand, pulling and stretching them over every hook and tether, weaving her way through the intricate art of her home. Everywhere around her the silver threads glistened in the pale moonlight that wafted through her landscape, betraying the thin truth that her veiled world blocked out, the cold outside where others dwelled and feared her.

It was not her fault that they would find her form unsettling, or that so few ventured out of her parlor. A