when twilight settles in the rotting woods
the sky-reflected, nestled into mud
a scrying pool, a makeshift maple mirror
what are you doing here?
(something grabs you, pulling you into a doorway. you stumble onto a soft plush carpet, scattered with toys and chaotic, childish drawings.)
"what were you doing out there? don't you know? the..." (she hesitates,) "our good neighbors come out when it gets dark!"
(the girl speaking to you reminds you somewhat of a doll as she curtseys. she is wearing a blue jumper dress over a my little pony shirt. a stuffed bunny is cradled in her arms.)
"oh, me? im anemone spiders! well, truthfully, i'm not the real anemone. just a fictive, meant to introduce you to this website and the beings that made it. we all have a lot in common so, since you're stuck in here with me anyways now, you may as well explore!"
contact
i love to hear nice words and make friends with fellow weird folks. we might take a while to get back to you due to various health issues, but you can reach us in any of the following ways
- you can interact with us on neocities
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electronic correspondance can be adressed to
webspinner, care offastmail . com -
you *might* be able to reach us on discord, by way of our public
handle,
neonpixii -
finally, we have a bluesky account at
@neonpixii.bsky.socialand a mastodon account at@spiders@yiff.observerand you're welcome to send a follow, though we don't use either much.