O! How love is an ever-present spider hiding in a corner, waiting for a precise moment to strike and grab you in his jaws. Escastia was the spider’s prey, and had been in its stomach for quite some time. Twice, the spider had spit her out, and now she was free, wrenching her bodice away from the filthy spider’s grasp! It had done nothing for her and nothing to her. Alas, she may never forget her love, whose name wishes to remain unsaid. Escastia’s milky white body crept slowly through the ever-growing forest of thorns. It was her turn again, to start afresh, new. Perhaps, and then again was the fear of her past returning, throwing her down with fierce power. Claiming her future. A glowing sheen framed her physique as her trotting gait led her to her destination. escastia spiders and thorns