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I am one of many and yet perfectly distinct.

Born in darkness, raised in twilight, I’ve listened to the subtle melodies the elders thrummed on the strings of timeless dreams and hopes.

Mother, for so we called the monument of power and resilience sitting at the heart of the web, has chosen me to go forth to find new songs to enliven our existence.

Time has robbed her of most of her mobility and all her sight, but she can still feel the rhythm of our accounts echo through every fibre of her frail body.

I’m the one who left.