The Spider Mane
In the ancient, mist-veiled highlands of Elowen, nestled between black cliffs and whispering woods, there lived a girl with hair spun from myth—dark, glossy, and impossibly thick. They called her Naia. Orphaned and raised by her grandmother, the village herbalist, Naia had always been different. Her hair grew not like thread, but like silk—long, weightless, and gleaming as if dew-kissed even in drought.
