Ice-colored butterflies flutter in the night sky;
Silver moonlight fills the dark ground;
Is there despair in the warm golden eyes?
Is the cold body temperature slowly getting warmer?
The spider's claws point towards fate's throat;
Everything, everything, has been...
Out of control...
Destiny is like a huge spider web that connects unrelated people in intricate ways. In the end, it will either get tighter or tighter, or the spider will break...