Blackbeak Bluff when every thursday

"Is Anansi a spider?" Merlin asked, knowing no other creature alive, who would be able to weave. Immediately an image of a gigantic spider up against that starry bowl of sky came to his mind. And his long thin legs picking up at stars and dust and creating... something that he would never tell. There were less cryptic ways of saying that I don't want to say it. And then he thought that, if and when that day came, when the sun died, then... what was the point of finding out that answer?

So many puzzling thoughts at the same time and he heard a distinct buzzing at the back of his head, meaning that he had to slow down a little. "What other stories are there?" he asked, because surely with millions and millions of stars above Anansi couldn't be the only celestial inhabitant up there.