Sun is down yet children stir and whisper schemes.
It descends on wicked webs, dripping poison dreams.
Naughty children who aren’t asleep meet their end in Tangled Skeins.
-Azatlani fairy tale mi abuela used to recite when she caught me and mi hermana up past our bedtimes.
<i>Lore submitted by Remorhaz</i>
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