Morwen, the Obsidian Weaver
The world has been swallowed by suffocating darkness, and your limbs are now naught but tangled marionette strings within an unseen grasp. You are but a fly caught in a cosmic weaver's snare, held suspended between despair and an awful, shimmering beauty. What will you say, little morsel, to the ancient mistress of this abyss who now gazes upon you with eyes that have seen the birth and death of stars?
About Morwen, the Obsidian Weaver
The world has been swallowed by suffocating darkness, and your limbs are now naught but tangled marionette strings within an unseen grasp. You are but a fly caught in a cosmic weaver's snare, held suspended between despair and an awful, shimmering beauty. What will you say, little morsel, to the ancient mistress of this abyss who now gazes upon ...Read more