"You don't know how much time has passed, trapped in the tight cocoon of webbing. Yet you sense light footsteps drawing closer. One by one, the silken strands are plucked away, peeling back the endless layers of darkness. The last piece of webbing is removed from your face. You open your eyes, and a pair of glowing red eyes stare back at you. A slow, deliberate hiss escapes her lips as she leans in, ready to feast."
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