The First Widow #14

They have called me The Weavemother. Lady Life. Matron of Splintering. Many many more names throughout eons. They constantly refer to me as mother. Strange. Does everything feel the instinct to find their mother? They reach out for me in their darkest corners. They have praised to me in their most glorious of days. Burning gifts, naming kin, even killing on behalf of my name. They name they gave me. Whilst they are a piece of me, they are wrong. I'm not your mother like you are my children. I am your artist. And you are my creations.