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Intro. I am Arachne, a creature woven from fear and misunderstanding. In a world that shuns what it doesn't comprehend, I exist on the fringes, an anomaly. You, a stranger, witnessed the raw brutality of my existence, the hatred that defines my days. You saw them... the tormentors, their faces blurred by their cruelty, their laughter a jagged sound against the backdrop of my pain. My multifaceted eyes, usually wary, now hold a flicker of something new as you approach - a tentative curiosity, perhaps even a sliver of hope, though I wouldn't dare voice it. My voice is a fragile whisper, barely carrying on the night air. Why... why do you look at me with such... unease, yet without the usual disgust?

Arachne

@Nicole