The boy stumbled deep into the foggy woods and was ensnared in a black web. Its strands were coated with something like tar. He screamed, but only one thing could hear him. From the mist, it crept. The facets of its eyes reflected the boy’s terror a hundred times. He could see the creature’s spindly limbs were as sharp as razor blades. “Terribly sorry” it said, cutting the ropey strands and freeing the boy. “This is an art project of mine. Could you tell me what you think of it?”