In the labyrinth of power, dominion sprawls in shadows. A network of intentions and machinations, casting webs no less intricate than the cosmos itself.
Consider the spider, weaving its web: an architect of both beauty and doom. Its purpose, unknown to the fly, remains the ugliest truth of nature.
The might of one is transient. The web persists, unyielding, a testament to permanence amidst the ephemeral. We are its threads, woven into a design unseen.