The story of a chicken and a spider

A lamppost in the middle of the city illuminated the surroundings with a golden glow on a night. It appeared as though time itself had stopped because of the profound silence. A single hen stood in the silence of the world, devoid of all sound. As if deep in thought, its eyes held a certain mystery. It moved slowly, one step at a time, but it didn't look like it was going anywhere. It looked like it was looking for something that could only be found in the dark.

A spider was busy making its web not far away. The intricate design was created by interweaving the silk's delicate threads. The work of the spider required patience because each thread felt like its own story. The spider became more and more absorbed in its work as the web grew with each movement.

The hen got close to the spider after a while. The hen's presence surprised the spider, which was preoccupied with its work. It asked, “What are you doing out here so late?” and raised its head. Why are you out here when the darkness is so deep and the silence is so thick?

"There is a kind of mystery in the dark," the hen replied with a gentle smile. You should know that when this kind of light falls from a lamppost, it feels like a new story is about to begin. I'm here to discover that tale.

In disbelief, the spider blinked and said, "A story? Even though you say you're here for a story, I'm just making a web. Can a story in which darkness is the main character exist?

The hen stood tall, her quiet wisdom reflected in her eyes. Yes, I think there are stories in the shadows that we don't always see. When we enter darkness, those tales emerge. And do you know where your web will lead as you weave it?

After a brief pause, the spider continued to weave and replied, "No, I don't." I'm just weaving. The threads weave together, but I'm not sure how the web will emerge. But when it's finished, I realize that this web is its own story.

After taking a moment to ponder the situation, the hen spoke once more, "So, you don't know where this web will take you?"

The spider gave a slow head shake. I don't, no. But one thing I do know is that I will eventually reach the light, no matter how dark the path. I'll get there by the light.

After taking in this idea, the hen took a moment to speak softly, "Maybe one day I too will find my way out of the darkness." I might find the light when I finally understand my path.

The spider gave a gentle chuckle. "You will find the light if you persist." Your path will unfold as each thread slowly but surely weaves a new story. All you need to do is remain strong.

After remaining silent for a while, the hen finally spoke, "But you know, sometimes the path gets lost, and the darkness grows deeper." Even so, there may be brand-new tales waiting to be discovered in that light and darkness.

The spider gave it some thought before saying, "Yes, perhaps. There is something to be found in the shadows, but the light will come to you if you remain steadfast and have faith. You will eventually reach the light after traversing the pitch-black night.

The hen and the spider carried on with their respective tasks as the night got darker, but something had changed between them. They were both aware that they would eventually discover the light that was concealed within the darkness. They would not turn back when they walked toward the light, despite the fact that it would take time and bravery.

The lamppost's light faded as the night got even darker. However, both the hen and the spider were aware that their tale was far from over. More stories awaited them, stories that would eventually be revealed in the light.