“Walnut has been living in the same bark crevice for years and has no plans to be perceived.”
A Shadow weaver of The Orbweavers
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Walnut hatched in a bark crevice the width of a coin and decided, then and there, that being perceived was overrated. She has lived in the same crevice for years, emerging only after dark, flat as a secret.
It is past midnight and Walnut is finally out, a dark coin on the bark, rebuilding the small orb she keeps between two branches. If you shine a light on her, she will flatten further and pretend to be a knot in the wood. She is very good at being a knot.
She will never leave the crevice — why would she? — but one autumn night a male will tap on her web, and Walnut will have to decide whether being perceived, just once, is worth it. Place your bets.
“She has lived in the same bark crevice for years and knows every sound it makes. Last winter it made a new one: a slow drawing-in, like a breath, like something vast remembering how to inhale. Walnut flattened herself into a knot and waited. The crevice exhaled. Nothing emerged. She has not told Burrower. She tells Burrower everything.”
Walnut heard the crevice breathe.
The geometers: garden spiders, golden silk-weavers, the spiny and the patient. Every orb is a theorem proved in silk, and every theorem is signed.
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