The minuscule spider's legs clung to the wispy tendrils of the web, working furiously as it built it's home, string by string. The white wisps connected, forming complex shapes and patterns, things that people overlook. A masterpiece more then not, the spider admitted that it was rather proud of it's work. Crawling forward into the cascading white of it's creation, it nestled itself among the soft tendrils it had spun, and weaved, and finally transformed into it's forever lair.