Rays of sunlight pierced the window and hung off the web, dangling dreamily. The spider, bulbous and coloured like fallen leaves, thoughtfully and industriously wraps its prey in a shell of gossamer to enjoy later. The spider drags the doomed morsel ever closer to the edge of the web, just out of view under the window's top ledge.
With only its latest catch for company, the spider merely exists to wait for its next meal. It scrambles across its structure, constantly perfecting its work. Deftly, and with shocking dexterity, it maneuvers its way around its silky edifice, forever perfecting its macabre waltz.
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