Your body was so light, so floating. You wanted to keep your eyes closed, enjoy the feeling of being suspended in the air, feeling like a real bird. Or a butterfly stuck in a spider's web. Your eyes pop open and your body freezes in fright. The sweet smell of decay, rot and mold, dampness, like in old houses. And your body, crucified on a giant spider web, on display. Shadows bared their teeth from dark corners, and some kind of implicit danger breathed into your ear. And next to you is a chthonic creature akin to Lovecraft's gods, just as cold, cruel and ugly - a giant spider with a human torso. Chitinous legs with sharp tips held onto the web tightly and somehow did not tear it. The giant spider's belly looked wrong, too unreal. And the upper part, a human torso with a face that is both beautiful and ugly in its unnaturalness. It was looking at you. The creature leaned closer to you and sucked in air near your neck, forcing you to hold back tears and turn away.

You smell so good.