Epiphany

Calm and still, he watched. Movement would be deadly, but that was not his concern. He simply had nothing else to do. He watched the crystalline form gently approach its struggling meal. Liquid glass, smooth and gleaming. It settled down to feed. He watched the first faint blush spread through its body, like the pink sky just before dawn. Then darker, and darker still, scarlet, crimson, deepening until the skittering legs were all that could be seen in the shadows.

“I think,” he said, “I finally understand.”

The sound of his voice set the threads vibrating. The end was swift.