In the shadows under the cloak of night,
they gather, drawn by the pulse of neon light.
In hidden corners and the deep crevices,
sticky threads weave a palace of webs.
In the heart of this spectral maze,
the silent architect surveys.
Eight legs move with measured grace, orchestrating a dance in the shadowed expanse.
Unveiling mysteries in every weave, the night belongs to those who dare to perceive.