We are many.
We are safe in darkness but in the light we must travel.
Communication is our only law.
The home in which we were born is familiar.
Complex pathways we navigate easily.
The territory is our birthright.
Now it is time.
We are ready to march.
Through the mudpits; past the jungle, into flatlands of great towers.
The lands most of us have heard but never seen.
We meet in the hall 10,000 strong.
Dirt packed hard, illuminated only by small burrow holes above us.
Tension was in the air and she was about to address.
We love her.
She was the most beautiful thing in the hive.
Thoughts of inspiration echoed through us all.
The sweet ponds that have fed us are almost gone.
Trapped hypnotic like a trance, we move in unison.
In darkness and silence, shaking our gasters.
"The colony for food, food for the colony."
The thoughts echoing in all of our heads.
If she says its time then it's time.
We are ready.
We march forwards and upwards; downwards and sideways,
backwards and back around.
Finally we reach the furthest point we have ever been.
The burrow hole growing in size as our spot in line charges forward.
Warmth. It's getting warmer.
Bright. It's getting brighter.
Closer... Closer... Closer...
As we approach a furious giant demolishes the opening of our burrow.
The light goes.
We fall with the dirt and the darkness.
....."I love her, I love my queen."
"I think we have an ant problem."
edit on 10-1-2020 by SupermassiveBlackHOLE because: dont kill me mods