So here I am.
Minding my own in my den. My cave of wonders. Though I have heard others mention it being a cave of death and despair. I rather think of it as a cave of new beginnings. After all, death is only the beginning.
I say new beginnings because I wound a sac of eggs and watched with rapture when they finally burst forth and left.
And now...My children have all but gone, fending for themselves I hope. Though I have never seen them.
I do not often have company. All who wander in here only find death.
So lonely being me, living on an island that it filled with such strange creatures that roam underneath and atop.
The sand worms know not to venture off the beach. The soil here is far too hard for them to churn through. The rocks, too hard to bite.
This cave is my abode, my den and I guard it with my life.
But today, there was an unsettling feeling in the air. Similar to roughly fifteen years before. I still have the mementos from the last visitors, right here in my cave. This one here, was a pirate, you can see the rough tarnished edge of his cutlass. The patch that covers his skull 💀 and hollow eye socket.
Tasty...
The sand worms are in turmoil, thrashing around, colliding with palm trees. I can feel it, sense them.
We have visitors on the island 🌴. I'm not sure how many but I know they are here. Maybe they can provide my skeletal webs with company or my stomachs with food.
I hope they will learn fast and come into the jungle.
If they stay on the beach they will die quickly. The worms do like to play with their food, but they eat so very quick. If they come here, I'll play with them too
Wrap them up with love, save them, embrace them...
Then I'll eat them.