Hear me out on this, a spider crawls out of a ventilation shaft. This little crawler walks upwards on a concrete wall in the middle of an indoor parking garage, where he finds a small corner behind a bright light, creating it's little retirement home with the silk he gathered over the years. This silk is precious to him, not only can he live here in peace with those smooth eight eyes watching below, but he can catch his prey here. A lot of insects do reside here, so this could be a secure trap that this little creature can maintain.
It doesn't get easy for this poor fellow, the past few years of reaching to this place has been very tiring. He crawled miles on the ground, camping out in small areas that only he can access to, and living there until the sun shines above a city complex, or a farmland. From one destination to the next, he faced large domestic house pets, that threatened his small temporary homes, and sometimes, human beings that tried to scrape away his homes, and nearly killing him with large flat objects. This mere pacifist spider, was being threatened with negativity that tried to harm him, yet he still lives to this day, overcoming that negativity, and moving on to his ultimate goal.
During his final mile, the voyage started to overwhelm him, back into the city again. This city, was much stronger, much more vibrant than the last one, this kept him from simply giving up, because he wanted to make his little home behind a corner where no one can destroy it. As he sat down on his silk bed, he looks around, even turning around to view the small garage in his view, before closing his eight eyes. It is true, nothing can devastate his home, or his body, or can they?
It doesn't get easy for this poor fellow, the past few years of reaching to this place has been very tiring. He crawled miles on the ground, camping out in small areas that only he can access to, and living there until the sun shines above a city complex, or a farmland. From one destination to the next, he faced large domestic house pets, that threatened his small temporary homes, and sometimes, human beings that tried to scrape away his homes, and nearly killing him with large flat objects. This mere pacifist spider, was being threatened with negativity that tried to harm him, yet he still lives to this day, overcoming that negativity, and moving on to his ultimate goal.
During his final mile, the voyage started to overwhelm him, back into the city again. This city, was much stronger, much more vibrant than the last one, this kept him from simply giving up, because he wanted to make his little home behind a corner where no one can destroy it. As he sat down on his silk bed, he looks around, even turning around to view the small garage in his view, before closing his eight eyes. It is true, nothing can devastate his home, or his body, or can they?
