01/10/2026
The hive hummed like a living heart.
Thousands of wings stitched the air together, each bee knowing her place, her purpose. They moved across the honeycomb in golden patternsโcleaning cells, sharing news through tiny dances, guarding the warmth of the brood. To an outsider it looked like chaos. To them, it was home.
At the center moved the queen, longer and softer in color, her presence quiet but absolute. She did not command; she simply existed, and the hive revolved around her like a sun. Every step she took promised tomorrow.
A worker paused at the edge of an empty cell, antennae brushing the wax. She had flown far that morning, past flowers trembling with dew, past dangers she never named. The nectar she carried would soon become honeyโstored sunlight, saved for days when the world would turn cold.
Above them all, the hum deepened, not loud, not soft, but steady. A promise.
As long as they moved together, as long as the hive breathed as one, life would continueโsweet, fragile, and fiercely alive.
