By Brandon Salkil
They’re suspended in the air and tangled by sweeping strands of silk. A colossal canopy of carelessness. Animals of the forest and passing hikers alike.
Mesmerized, they are, by the shimmering veneer of the webworm’s snare. Some are still conscious as the silk swaddles them tighter.
Others are deceased. Desiccated and deformed.
The webworm widens its wings casting a spacious shadow along the forest floor. It cares not for the value of life, only the value of its silk.
It’s the ancient anomaly, the historical hindrance kept secret by the trees. A creature crafted by Earth’s heinous hands.
You’ve been warned.
And a good warning it is, Brandon. Make sure all the antivirus shields are up and running!