As the sun dipped below the jagged peaks of the Crystalline Range, the air turned a sharp, electric blue. That's when he saw it: a Starlight Weaver.
It wasn't a creature of flesh, but of woven luminescence, its many spindly legs treading on nothing but the air itself. It was busy spinning a web between two ancient oaks, but it wasn't catching flies. It was catching echoes. Every time a breeze passed through the valley, the web would shimmer, trapping the sound of a distant flute or the laugh of a child from a village miles away.