A spider.
A toy spider.
A beautiful, pretty, plastic toy spider.
Who is surrounded by the most dire warnings and histories.
"Lost and gone and through and round and ever ever changed. Now to then and inner lies and o Re-birth and newer lies."
Inspired by [this drawing] and a series of conversations with Certain People. A proud graduate of the [Briar Patch]? Correctional Institute, at least in spirit.
"The meek and pitiable coda of a once-brilliant artist. I predicted her slide into inconsequence half a Zeit ago, after she abandoned the Sosael project and tried to revisit her earlier work. I retched for four turns upon first remote-viewing this abominable, cloying thing." -- Alizarin, writing for New Persona Express (OOC: And is there truly any better sign that the lovely spider is on an upward spiral?)