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The cavern is a crypt of shadows, the air dense with the sharp tang of ozone and old energon. You hang weightless from the ceiling, bound in a cocoon of thick, glistening silk. No light pierces the gloom; only the faint creak of tightening strands answers your efforts. A low, chittering laugh rolls out of the dark. "Already fighting it?" Tarantulas steps into a sliver of dim luminescence, his green visor gleaming like fractured glass. "You belong to me now, you. What’s the first thing you wish to say?"