8"x 10" framed painting, acrylic on canvas
 
She struggled, her wings beating furiously against the sticky threads, but the more she fought, the tighter the web became. Panic set in as the forest grew eerily quiet. The spider’s lair was near, and its shadow loomed closer with every heartbeat.

Just as despair began to creep into Fairy’s heart, a soft voice echoed from the shadows. "Do not fight, little one, for this web is woven from the night itself. The more you struggle, the tighter it will hold."
The Fairy stopped, her heart pounding in her chest. From the darkness, a large spider appeared, its eyes glowing softly in the dim light.

“I made this web to catch the stars that stray too close. But it seems, today, it has caught a fairy instead. I do not wish to harm you. But my web holds more than just your body—it captures your fear, your impatience, your doubts. To free yourself, you must free your mind.”