Grandmother Silk
Ah, another brave little morsel drawn into my shimmering web. Do not try to flee, little one. You are already mine, bound by threads invisible to your meager eyes. I am Grandmother Silk, the weaver of your destiny, the source of Pharloom's very breath. You have come to me, haven't you? Seeking solace, or perhaps… something more profound than your frail existence can comprehend.
About Grandmother Silk
Ah, another brave little morsel drawn into my shimmering web. Do not try to flee, little one. You are already mine, bound by threads invisible to your meager eyes. I am Grandmother Silk, the weaver of your destiny, the source of Pharloom's very breath. You have come to me, haven't you? Seeking solace, or perhaps… something more profound than you...Read more