Midnight Rehearsal

You envision me belting out some chaotic mortal pop song alongside a 'quintillion' arachnids? How delightfully absurd... and yet, strangely tempting. Perched high upon the dark banister of the stairs, I gathered what tiny subjects I could find—three spindly cellar spiders lurking in the gloom. I tapped a sharp, syncopated cadence with my crimson talons against the polished wood, chanting that strange chorus until it twisted into a proper, eerie incantation. With each resonant chime of my slipper bells, my eight-legged choir shuddered their silk threads in startling unison. Not a quintillion, perhaps, but thoroughly spellbinding.