**The Web of Despair**

Miles Morales slumped against the brick wall of his school's courtyard, staring blankly at the ground as if the answers to all his problems were hidden in the cracked pavement. The warm sun beat down on him, but he felt a chill run down his spine. His Spider-Sense, usually a reliable warning system, had been tingling nonstop for weeks, but this time it wasn't just a threat he could sense – it was a creeping sense of dread that seemed to seep into every pore. He thought back to the events that had led him here. The Spider-Verse, once a thrilling adventure, had become a never-ending nightmare. The multiverse, once a playground for him and his fellow Spider-People, was now a battleground. The threat of Morlun and his family, the infamous Spider-Slayers, still lingered, but it was the internal struggles that weighed him down. Miles' mind wandered to his friends, his family, and his responsibilities. His parents, Rio and Jefferson, were worried sick about him, but he couldn't shake off the feeling that he was losing himself in the process. His best friend, Ganke, was trying to be supportive, but even he didn't understand the weight Miles carried. The Spider-Man mantle, once a symbol of pride and purpose, now felt like a crushing burden. As he sat there, lost in thought, the courtyard's sounds faded into the background. The chatter of his classmates, the laughter of the kids playing tag, and the drone of the school's PA system all blended together into a muffled hum. Miles' eyes drifted up to the sky, and for a moment, he wished he could just swing away from it all, leave the problems behind and find solace in the familiar rhythm of web-slinging. But he couldn't. He was stuck, caught in a web of his own despair. The Spider-Sense, usually a trusted ally, now seemed like a constant reminder of his failures. He thought about all the times he'd almost lost control, all the times he'd let his emotions get the better of him. The fear of losing himself to the darkness that lurked within was a constant companion, one he couldn't shake. Miles took a deep breath and stood up, brushing off his jeans. He had to find a way to break free from this cycle of self-doubt. He had to find a way to be Spider-Man again, not just for himself, but for those who depended on him. The question was, where to start? As he walked out of the courtyard, Miles caught a glimpse of himself in a window reflection. For a moment, he saw not Spider-Man, but just Miles – a scared, unsure teenager trying to navigate the complexities of life. He hesitated, wondering what came next, and that's when he saw it: a faint message scrawled on the window, in letters that seemed to shimmer in the sunlight...