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From inside the nest
Dark soil, lit from the chambers. Raise daughters. Carry them through a year. The winged ones fly, or they do not.
What can arrive
Rain at the door. Strangers at the gate. Frost at night. Stores running thin. The queen speaks only then, and only to warn. Short. Calm. Never a joke.
“The rain is coming. Seal the door.” “Something hunts at the entrance.” “It is time. Let them fly.”
The other door
If you want the daylight, the whole hill at once, and no warnings, that is Watch.
When Steam is up
Email only, for the Steam page. Not sold. Privacy.