Beneath a canopy of dangling crystalline tears, you see colorful thread tangled up in the willows and hear a hollow voice dissonantly, chanting, crying and declaring lines from a play that you are… distantly familiar with. Wonder grips you, but the pitch silence of the crickets and the lack of wind or weather leads you to further define your surroundings. Everything appears tense, but graceful. There is a bird spying on you from nearby… you notice a body!- Dismembered and loosely strung back together… Gut wrenchingly hanging, and swaying without breeze. The voice is getting closer. You should run.
WOo- I put way too much effort into that narrative description. So yeah this is ya boi’s character sheet. He got spider face B)