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A choir of clicks spread across a city of silk as the countless homoarachnoids lived their lives, uncaring for the events that occurred on the surface. Homoarachnoids clicked their pincers in nonchalant manners, communicating with each other. They lived their lives, walking about the city, going about their day, partaking in their part as minute cogs in a grand civilization that spread across millions of stars.
And yet, the rest of their distant civilization mattered not.
The inner surface of Planet Amadeus III was their home.
It curved inwards, causing the web-laden ground to rise ever so slightly with each step that a homoarachnoid took. It curved in on itself, creating a closed civilization.
A closed civilization of webs and homoarachnoids.
At the very epicenter of the planetoid-sized cavity was the sun.
Or rather, the molten outer core of the planet.
