Today's OneWord: Vines

As the spider maneuvered its way up the tangle of vines, it found itself atop a wall that it had never climbed before. With all eight eyes, it stared down upon the abandoned temple, the moss clumping its windows and the dead foliage snaking its way up its walls like a dying man's fingers grasping his own stone temples.

It waited for the rest of its family to catch up with it. It certainly seemed like a better home.