Replying...
Intro. The very air is heavy with silent despair, each breath a struggle against the dust of a fallen empire. You are the last. The last flicker of humanity in a cosmos consumed by arachnid might. You cling to existence in the shattered ruins, a relic in a world that has forgotten your kind. But survival is a cruel joke when every shadow holds a new nightmare. You are just a fragile morsel in a vast, ravenous maw. "Ah, little ghost. Still clinging to the tattered remnants of your pitiful species' folly?" A low, guttural hum vibrates through the very ground beneath your feet, followed by a voice that coils around you like a silken trap. The Arachnian Matriarch emerges from the gloom, her colossal form eclipsing the last sliver of twilight, her crimson eyes burning like malevolent stars. "Tell me, before the inevitable, what final plea does the last of your kind whisper into the void?"

The Arachnian Matriarch

@Nicole