Once I was a spider, in the Eye of one beholder.
In touch with the very fabric of things, I was a blind gestalt, a seer spider being. I used to weave a web of cosmic meaning and played, like a spirit possessed, the music of the spheres ; pinching the threads, the quick-silver strings, which, in the darkest of skies, unite and connect everything.
Once I was, too, this fortunate blue-blooded sea spider-crab-scorpion thing, who looked all around with ten eyes, and saw many, many a thing beyond the lies.
The time of my protean fame is gone and over. There is no more of Neptune's selkies left to be looked after. The flame in the high temple is burning low, and life goes on both fast and slow...