(A tiny, golden servitor enters Absolom's nest, and hangs down from the ceiling. Shining faintly with silk, it speaks.) ... Sister. This message comes from Yivel.
Do you still toil down here, alone? Down there where the shadows swallow all light?
... This message I have granted my servitor, and sent to you. I return to our home. I have...
... Well. It would be nice to hear from you, if you are still alive.
{Sister spider, it is nice to hear from another
To answer your question, yes, I do still work here, constructing new servitors and surveillance tools, though it appears you have made some, adjustments, to my inventions.
Those golden colours, do you still chase those impossible concepts, Yivel? I do not ask that you stop pursuing this dream of yours, but I do hope you have plans for what follows. This world will never take kindly to the mere concept of losing power
As for my current state, I am.. rather unsure, as to whether I could qualify as living. A consequence of living so long next to death incarnate I suppose}