Everyone says that, before death, what they hope for most is to return to their roots. But I think some "roots" really don't need to be returned to. So I spun a vast web, then reached out and gave a shove to the people already caught in it. In the end, I tightened the web and tossed them into hell. Since I have no need to return to my roots, then this little patch of land that gave me life and raised me has no need to exist either, does it?
