"It all started with string..."
Life is always connected. If life ends, it begins again. Such is the web of creation and destruction, spinning itself on a mighty wheel driven by an indescribable force. Since the beginning of time, the walls within the small, ethereal room pulsated with as much vigor as one's first breath. Fibers hung from the very living walls and ceiling and pooled around the floor. Within the fibers, life thrived and died, and soon once more it will be reborn in another form.
Within the hallowed room, a creature stood as still as a statue, but its many arms never stopped moving. Her eyes remained open to inspect her work. She was one with the room, weaving the stitching together to keep the cycle of life and death always in motion. Life has many forms, but for the giant goddess, her sole role is to rebirth life in