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Welcome back everyone to the finals part on ‘The Misadventures of Helix 2: A Silken Embodiment’, where Helix was facing a tough challenge to escape ‘n’ was capturing without any noisemaker by modifying roles to distinctively boost a new existence timeline zir immensely potential opportunities too changes their livelihood for their own survival beneficial needs future as an entity enemy who was known for alien otherworldliness evolutionary which came all as a menace to anthropomorphic red dragon shroud in glorifying magnificent shimmering scales of crimson blinding, but in this zir mysterious cave, an ancient invertebrate reside this homeland as her fortress which she don’t tolerance any trespassers… trapped helplessly in her, queen Arachne’s lair of dooms ‘n’ spotted a five star hotel inside wrapped up in a silken cocoon of snug cosiness in a silent white fabric of the universe, demonstrated fears woven into the very mind whether they as the readers or the audience to read aloud that binds us together inside the spiders own network of threads across the stars, but be warned in the dark domain, an embodiments sake shadows were no longer dancing around, this was a true mystery of flesh ‘n’ bone; though a manifestation was our deepest desire of freakishly terror to begin with the illusion’s.

Venturing or hiding… a choice to continue a spirits or flee from a world where Helix was facing the consequences… but in a world where storytelling has the potential portal’s influence to spark the next generation of people to imagine from a different dimensional universe to create a vividly development on a fantasy realms tale that often leads to ominously whispers of all encouraged silence, seek to beckon you with the ultimate power to changes the world around uniqueness’s exploration into the greatest unknown, even if those voices are indeed muffled by rock ‘n’ droplets water from naturally Stromatolite’s, making any teamwork rescue unseen as the vibrational sounds as equalling tremors don’t actually exist to leaving this otherworldly planetary dimensional space cave… but remember everyone… one soul… one outcome, whether trapped lost in the darkness forever or remains too be in queen Arachne’s stomach eaten alive; but the cocoon of comfort has a dreaded in a situation where the broken shall be struggling.

For Helix, battered by contrast the unbroken in a spirt shall be zir thrashed relentlessly in the queens handling of grasps within the densely stickiness unmatched contender by any form of shuffling too wriggling white snugness’s ability shrink wrap webbing silken dooms prison, especially as he’s tried to escape by his moving to find a loosening spot that wasn’t at all necessary for the enemy a spider lifting him higher up, further away from the cave ground ‘n’ into a different location on Arachne’s storage unit where captured prey is appropriateness situated by her own means to protection, so competitive minds can’t seeker to steal him as a beloved prize for a unluckiest meal; but in the meantime as we’re all intrigued a a paradox was seen becoming more than usual, two choices too make, do we as the audience help to rescue Helix as hero’s of all grandest operation or let nature play their role as predator versus prey enrol in a sanctuary of silk cosiness.

A suffocating trap to keep confinement shall demonstrate that the one silken cocoon Helix was wrapped up in clinging too his scaly body literally been constricting his limbs by bones likeliest a non venomous beastie serpent known as a constrictor boa or python, squeezing him with force that defies to releases him to opens up some space between him ‘n’ the material to make a gap or even slight looseness for wriggling movement to proceed; claws of his feet attempting to scrape against the silky smooth surface of the webbing walls, ever-so desperately seeking to make a weakness point by tearing a hole or a crack of a gap between throughly all the material so he can gain strength in momentum to escape.

But would it be successful for Helix?… the answer would be a zir clear, no, as this would require a supernatural power of strength to overcome Arachne’s forces of nature to repel the silk wrapped around him, but no matter how hard he tries ‘n’ tries to fight, this was met with resistance each time, leaving the interwoven fabric to stubbornly hold him in place of a single fixed position; being a force vulnerability that was locked up in a helplessly stance does surprisingly well evoke the spirits of minds on visualising on what it must be like to be parts of a food-web to feed another organism like this cave spider queen for example to be entrapped in a web within a silken cocoon steadily decreasing the ability of hopefully rescue by increasing the draining spellbound casting to exhausts naturally themselves in a frantic flow of events by struggling… all while watching the enemy take this poor souls, who has the heart to stand up & challenge this wicked monster.

But remember everyone, the embodiment of scarily fear to face a greatly larger than average life monstrous threat spider wasn’t for everyone as the faint hearted, as these sent out pumping aptly to adrenaline rush throughly as pounding in vibrational shockwaves sent us ghostly pale whiter than milk in skin as where hair raising static of a light shattering mushy scariness resembling a Shaggy from Scooby Doo to hide in stricken fright not to be seen or even heard, even though our queen Arachne couldn’t actually sees us because we’re the only holograms of this dimensional world; but here constantly watching Helix’s predicament hangs literally off a ground here in this cave meant fear was a physical reality… not a condition where our brain’s are wired to fear the unknown, no, not in this world because the embrace was a very important part.

This importantly aspects in this case life shall involves comforting feeling experience wasn’t just a realism prison of cosiness, but a bluffest promises to be protected by safety of a sincere desire for a magnificently crafted story on a high quality levelling up a body guard… herein-say, queen Arachne strangest was never going to be that happily ever after in our or Helix’s homes vision to protect the weakness individual who got caught to dooms trespassing in her own territory because she was a sinisterly predatory monster, ‘n’ she has a role to play in her domain… to capture; the biggest threat was annihilation, seen in the first phase the silken webbing of complexity was a minor element of dread, while being shrinks wrapped up in layers of interlocking ‘n’ overlapping binding the all layers of illusionary to ignite sparked the second phase, paralysis which was refusing a letting go of his stiffening movements in an unyielding grip, thence the third phase shall apt face that has the questions, was he pranked, rescued by us as the gratefulness of an ordinary audience to rescue or be eaten alive.

Choices have little time to make… then queen Arachne will come to decide his future fate destiny as the silence shall escalate that leads to her becoming irritated by Helix’s riskiest moment actions to defiantly resist the inevitable consequences, that led fury at all possible outcome discomfort in temperament as rage in defence to in her ruby red eyes senses his presence in zir squirming as a newest unnecessarily force of delaying the enemy problems, but his own ability to reach for externalities helpful hope for only was someone’s determination to face death head on only was a seen by echoing pants in breathing with, “I need help to escape, if this is a playfulness prank this isn’t funny”, screaming at the top of his lungs beaming as the voices of despairs distress was interrupted as “she”, a predator queen of this habitat lair venturing all toward him, for what directly?, yes a new surprise is on his way; though, she will observe this prey with easement calm, especially she is their by his side prepared to consume at her own pace.

Queen Arachne’s darkening black as soot body casted irregularly brain playing apparitions of omen spirit shadows that cascade as forever stealthy pursuit in the mastery arts of hunting too striking dances of silhouetted stars shall descend from the earth horizon universe only reveals her brightest pierced blinding red ruby eyes gleaming at intently at Helix, knowing his escapees from her was indeed futile but imposing impossible to attempts in freedom front of her presences patience; just sat above her silken prey, leaving her movements as intentionally deliberate but precisions… could you hear everyone… not a single rustling echoes of all noise.. no talking nor communicating from her as the queen spider, just non verbal leg gestures aimed to further intimidate this helpless soul, but she was in completely silent control of him.

As this overpowering eight legged monster extend her silk laden limbs by reaching out towards the vulnerable souls named Helix, this was a huge artist of how to send ice coldness freezing chills down your spine whence she, queen Arachne provide the perfect balance between heartbreak pumping with pounding fear ‘n’ love into Helix as her owns supply of energy, a beautiful one sculpture which puts him clearly as a innocently victim into helplessness… but what was it?, muffling protests now began to quietened wane down as her shadows foresights move right into position, just as his protests once again restarted by growing more loudest voices than the last, though this female cave spider has only just begun her quest to secure him in a finality shroud; death defying speeds of lightning in a such tender motion, which left a gagging ones all over mouth silencing him now, a thick wrapping of strand of webs shot around his mouth, snout ‘n’ muzzle, stretching into place apt conforming with a taut to this dragon of scaly face.

Helix was left in sheer darkness whence limbo for utterly shock’s sake of redeem silence as his mouth could no more longer open nor close anymore to speak… a sealed fate with a deeps broken heart binders his destiny even deeper, without screaming no one, not even us as the audience ‘n’ I as the storyteller could hear him now as only muffler’s absorbing his screams of cries in yelping a, “Hmmp, Hmmphh, Mmmmmm”, was heard by a desperately plea to call for externally assistance, as an intermediately response of intervention to stop queen Arachne’s attack on him, but it was zir simply in vain… voices unheard… silken gagged… a very strong prison forever entombed was a mere extensions of her captured preys will not to ever cease to leave; a virtue of intertwined of his silken cocoon, inside the layer’s walls’ pressing against his jaw a little bit snug or a vulnerable quietude.

This webbing surely forcing Helix’s squeals closed off, but why?, well everyone this isn’t a striking bootastic laughter to make zir a joke to be honest as that answer was simple enough because his voices of loudest than gushing roaring applauses of noisemakers into his own protests was indeed fiercely to defiantly resist queen Arachne’s motivation of strangest shaped to consuming him, but with damped accuracy of aptly muffled echoes that’s now beings indeed lost in the tangled webs of his own scariness fear; a silent prison of white cosiness spider shrink wrapped up duvet of silk… an endlessness streams dawning upon a ominous moment aptly reminiscent chorus embodiment restraints that overpowers in his mind of voicelessness… screams now puffy waning, just breaths of freshness dread washing over him.

Snug by snug… cocooned in layers… well everyone knows this’s what we called to the vulnerable as close contact we will get to a certain extent degree of isolation, whence Helix entrapped inside a small dimensional sunlight dimmed area wherein a labyrinth of meticulously constructed but controlled environment our’s queen Arachne’s presence was a living sculpture of how a zir predatory monster like her comforted the poor helpless creatures like him a prey intruding as a unfortunate trespasser that’ll be restricting his every movement slashes away perfectly to makes dire choices of aliveness’s life ‘n’ that very key was freedom; though escape was challenging, a very reality possibility that danger of death was the newest infused embodiment, but a question to my quiet listening audience beside me watching the scenes take places, would you become food for this spider?, shaking heads meant no, but Helix was in a shroud of comfort cosiness, soft yes, remains perilously bluffest in this unyielding moment.

A paradoxical view of Helix being locked up where his limbs from mouth high up, all the way downwards to clawed toes feet indeed bound by our evil spiritual leadership queen Arachne’s death in a mysterious relaxation’s body straight positions which also known to lock up Helix’s arms ‘n’ legs as wellness because this would’ve prevented him kicking out violently to flee rather quickly to fighter the enemy away or otherwise resistance in his chance struggling to free himself from the shrinkage wrap silk woven around him; a last resort sanctuary of how defiance left him grimly exposure too the moment that safety wasn’t no longer a recognition… but at all least a smaller proportions of his head was remaining untouched so he could be seen by her latest incarnation or seeing what was foresighted by happening to him in the unlucky process.

Time after time, a fewest lineup words from ‘Cyndi Lauper’ 1980s hit ballad song of all times classic hits “time after time”, which no one will heed to Helix’s lyrics of rescue as time spent here had all bit seemingly stretch very slow within his own webbing cocooned up, where each passing seconds was a single reminder that his’s fate was entwined with the hush, hush ‘n’ shush please’s whence a monstrous predator was patient but listening for news anymore ecological reasons to capture another poor unluckiest soul by off guard surprise; in the meantime everyone, remember’s what I’ve taught you’ll, we’re mere mortals here exploring the depths of our imagination to be part of a very creation to reshape by contrast a scene to explore by at the samen time watching Helix interwoven secrets of life inside a webs layered prison, where progress isn’t getting him nowhere… only we’re the one’s to progress the story in your own way to reveal the outcome.

Impossible for a symbol of fear in the gripping tensions, an image which leads to visualising embodiment of static emotion where all hopefulness was seemingly lost, only hopelessness… only fades away into the darker distant horizon where an endlessly powerful silence ring into our ears ‘n’ Helix had no exception either for this quaintness becasue options for an infinite exit was apts cut off by sinisterly queen Arachne, his methods too outsmarts her was not ahead to think clears as orientation was rather difficult to be seen comprehending a whole strike of disorientation was circulating as too much was presented at once, nor strategy’s to breakfasts out by indeed fleeing as fast lightning runs away, a big advantage for her but compromised for him to decide on; an evocative moment became a power which fear drives the heart pounding whence all illusions of safety was a realism paralysis of majorly actions thats actually accomplished by terror.

A shaken mindsets has the possibility this was a choice, whether is an open invitations for eternal in this webbing network of silken dreams of being prey to a mysterious spider or seeking curiosity to delve deeper into a strange world to learn more about what all lurks beneath the surface of awaiting inevitable dooms, no matter how far explorations takes shape where dancing shadows aren’t always welcoming; well everyone… the uncertain fate… non can decides whether Helix our anthropomorphic Red Dragon is eaten by queen Arachne or freed from his mirror of facing the unknown, but what really was the answer to the zir mystery, consumed?, or rescued?, the cocoon of white silk was his own trap of stickiness bondage to keep him secure; let’s think about it for a minute, will this spider actually devour him in front of us as helpless prey?, or would she somehow unravel a nature miracle on releasing him in freedom of light to escape?.

The world of silence was a very testament to nature’s existences in the midst of evolutionarily changing timeframe, an intricate set story process of lifetime tale to which dances between predators like queen Arachne ‘n’ prey like Helix, where life satisfies one but death occurs for the other… as one life ends the other carries on a normal, maybe not that occurring theme in this particular cases as being in a muffled sense, sent primal energy of bust just scary fear, but fear of unable to escape; whether it’s the fear of deathly danger of consumption or losing his voice, too succumbing to the cave temptations dimmed darkness high of the ground entangled in a networks finest webbing with a mysterious monstrous spider shall beckons before his eyes zir stretching the dancing rhythmic silhouettes to remain quietly, hushing hidden, until it becomes too late to either respond to the prosper snatch or to be reacts in that manner to evade the predatory nature.

A symbolically important feature shown of this world weaponry… the focal length point of this storytell was the silken web inside a least explored cave where a truest life individual harboured many secrets from the prying eyes from the outsider domain, shrouded in unknown depths that’ll erase them from reliving their past own memories to others as a whole fantasy tale, a transformation was all a cocoon to either preserve Helix or to simply be the next one destroyed by queen Arachne’s wrathful grace, depending on how you want to redefine the tale yourself past down to every single’s generation; but in the passing meantime, the shadows over him will lengthen as the non vocalised screams remains unbreakable yet still unbroken, these absorbed whispers are the reality truths in a very different ways that we delve deeper into the habitat of a new era of fear embodiment will claim us if not merely about a zir body, but a souls existence.

This existence was our own creation of hiding from the eyes of a queen Arachne, not a detection nor suspicious activity as we live today in Helix’s fabrications just waiting for the next chapter to be unfolding in front of our eyes to watch nature’s creation most like events to commencement; but in essence, the web universe of a illuminated starlights of bright lights shining through her life silken shadows of a unique sphere habitable zone world shall remained a complete illusion transformation from an active space astronaut landed as an ordinary personhood explorer presences in this one mysterious cave seeking adventure by discovering life indeed as undiscovered too far being the only symbol for now as prey for a surprise treatment in the unspecified history erased his outline to never actually mind understand what really happened in this one encounter between two different shaped space individual beings coming together in to piece together, a testament to survivalism.

Caught up with his own creationism silken dreams of a cocooned up duvets of cosiness by predatory queen Arachne’s motivational speaker wherein the tale of this storytell shall begins without any real meaning to indicate communication, only the actions are the biggest showreel ever vulnerability that led to his anxieties about what freedom’s restriction have resulted in muffled conversations about the lies that harbour the silences; inside this domains lair is a female monstrous powerfully possessions spider, lurking in the shadows ready to attack the soul intruders who dare to enter her territory unannounced… we’re clearly not ready yet for facing all the beasts danger that can break our audience apart one by one as to be next time invited to unravel the darkness’s secrets seed with magnificent force of heroic courage.

But in the end as we’re walking altogether carefully of course apt to daylight beaming natural sunlight back out of the cave leaving poorest Helix behind to his one unfortunate predicament, we can only imagine to subconsciously thinking in our mindset reflection on what our eyes saw in this fantasyland… quietly not knowing a single message from me as the storyteller on The Misadventures Of Helix, whether it’s a Silken Tale Or Silken Embodiment binder us in the thread fabrication of time; as the web of fear is rewoven in our own brains, a vividly pictures that shall be mirrors curiosity to understanding the real network, “the wielding silken mind from “Queen Arachne’s” stickiness’s prison was a mirror reflection that mirrors the individual strands that binding us like Helix was in our reflective innermost fears constricting the wholeheartedly awares heartbeat would be a collectively memories of this imagination ‘n’ you never know what lies ahead in the lighthouse shines midst of hope for liberation awaits.

A spirals of confusions for the readers audience that joins me for this storytelling experience, but just one question, was zir Helix a Red Dragon? or was Helix a type Of Ifrit?.

End Of Imagination Tale.