Tears.
Mountains of them.
Dripping, slowly, surely, down, down, down.
Forming sculptures.
Love, hate, evil, good.
Spinners thread.
Thread that has spun so many tears.
So many diamond tears.
Sparkling, falling, colors dancing in morning light.
Mesmerized.
Colors dancing off stone walls.
Tiny diamonds, worth nothing yet everything.
Everything.
The spinners have never thought how many tears they have spawned in this world.
They never thought about their creations.
The creations that sculpted so many diamond tears.
Diamond tears, falling and dancing.
They mesmerize them.
Diamond tears was their undoing.
Undoing of thread and fate.
Spinner's fate.
Spinner's diamond tears.