Unwoven Seamstress and her Serger

Here is the seamstress away from her throne in the wax orchard. Judging by the lack of scissor men harvesting from the structures its after hours. Perhaps shes working on something in secret.

The seamstress herself may look human but don't be fooled, she is one of the oldest threads that have yet to be cut. Her wax body needing constant attending to, to prevent cracking.

Update: Messing around to make it a tad bit more readable.