WorldofTIMZ

Chapter One Sepia shadows striated the dusty wooden floorboards of a long abandoned attic. The silence was as soft as the worm eaten rafters… and yet… was there a breath softer than silence? A spider's dark shadow in the far corner against the wall shifted ever so slightly. There ran the spider, away, skittering over the bare beams, but somehow the long and crooked shadow remained. A figure drifted from the gloom, less purposeful than the spider, yet horribly alike. It was almost as if a designer, drawing up plans for a fantastically thin and looming spectre, had conceived this very figure on paper as the true spirit of a spider

 Epilogue: This World Is Ours Now As time passed, the world began to heal. It rained often and the weather was gradually becoming colder. Three weeks after the final defeat of the Fabrication Machine, the stitchpunk coven was having a pleasant evening outside in the courtyard. The bright golden sunlight was just barely filtering through the dark, thick grey clouds as it set behind the distant mountains. The clouds above nearly promised an evening shower. However, at the moment, the twins were playfully chasing one another across the paths and bridges, eventually getting 6, 8, and 7 to partake in their game. The air was filled with shouts and

6 rubbed his optics blearily. He was so tired. 6 learned very early on in his life that he was an insomniac. Just like the scientist. He hardly slept. Even when he was tired he couldn’t sleep. 6 swung his feet over the side of his bed, moving with a slowed pace. 6 let his feet slide to the ground before standing up. He rubbed the sleep out of his optics once more, then yawned. Sleep. That’s all he wanted was sleep. 6 walked slowly over to his stack of blank papers. Once more he yawned, then grabbed some paper and walked over to his ink pot. The ink pot was tall, just a bit taller then himself. He stood on the very tips of his feet,