Chrysalis

My hope gleams in the darkness, a diamond shining in the night.

My hope is a builder, a shifter of earth and stone.

My hope is a seer, who glimpses that which is yet to come.

My hope is a speaker, their words know no boundaries.

My hope defends, protects and shields, a barrier between the light and the dark.

My hope bears the weight of the world upon their carapace, and controls that weight.

My hope sleeps, but will rise again in glory.

- Excerpt from ‘Prayers of the Faithful.’

That cake, seriously delicious. I’m pleasantly surprised by how nice it tasted, to be honest. I don’t know what I expected, whether my monstrous body would just reject tasty things, or if I lacked the ability to taste sweet. There’s been a distinct lack of it in my food thus far, I have to say!

It truly is shocking just how quickly you adjust to things. When I started out, the idea of eating Biomass was almost unbearably disgusting. Monster remains are not pleasant to eat, or look at, or smell, or generally be around in any capacity. After a while, though, it’s just what you eat, so you get used to it and move on.

Now, I’ve learned that, apparently, the Colony has a thriving baking industry! Not to mention this delicious tea!

a bikkie. Even more shocking, the ants above me on the dome are also enjoying a tea break. It’s a little more difficult to manage, since they’re upside down, but

goods and tea, just how many ants are dedicating themselves to the production of

surprised, though…? Even on Earth, ants love sugar. In fact, there’s really only two things you need to feed an ant colony: protein, for the grubs and the

in a long time…. I hope they’re doing

care of. Even better, I’m in it! When

into their cake? Right now, they appear

a gesture of goodwill, but I

that sent it over! That would be a disaster! I’d better check what’s going on over there, that way, I can gracefully head over and

Let me see….

Hmmmm. Ah. Oh. Hmmmmm.

the rules looking for a way to win! I wouldn’t say that the Colony is honourable, per se,

layers of deception create yet another, metaphorical cake, one baked with betrayal, and

I’m simply too huge for it to do anything. Regardless, the kid gloves are certainly off. If they want to break the rules,

the Eldest to

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knows

sure?”

the pitch from them. She could almost feel the seething energy boiling off