[There is nothing that suggests a human might ever come here, not at first - no furniture, no clothing. But closer inspection shows, in the corner of the vast room, a small tidy box, almost the exact color of the wall.
The box has an open lid, and inside are clothes, carefully folded, clothes that do not belong to Saya and never would.
There is an eerie stillness to the room as well, and a soft smell, almost stale but not quite. It's the smell of her webbing, the protein strands of the old webbing shedding a little in the parts she has to break down still.]
➝ strange new creatures to scavenge your pores
The box has an open lid, and inside are clothes, carefully folded, clothes that do not belong to Saya and never would.
There is an eerie stillness to the room as well, and a soft smell, almost stale but not quite. It's the smell of her webbing, the protein strands of the old webbing shedding a little in the parts she has to break down still.]